When everything feels like the movies
Jan. 16th, 2011 01:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
loadedparadox[Inspired by the Complications verse I play with this journal and the muns that have so graciously taken me in and inspired me so often. Could be applicable to canon in general.]
After Dom had first met with the girl, Arthur had asked what the extractor thought of her. Brilliant. Talented. Even cute. He'd mentioned all those. What he hadn't mentioned was how incredibly tiny she was. Not in a bad way, just petite, and he wondered that first time she'd walked into the warehouse if she was even over the five foot mark. She was cute though, dressed so casually for a meeting of this caliber, and unassuming. Despite his own airs, the suit he wore and the stoic manners he showed, there was something about that casualness that he found appealing.
Dropping to one knee beside the chair, he affixed the cuff to her wrist, not explaining what he was doing or why. For a moment his fingers lingered on her wrist, feeling the slight bones beneath silky skin, the thrum of her heartbeat against his fingertips. So dainty and yet he looked to her hands, seeing the marks of someone that didn't shy away from work. It was the first sign he'd had, his own observation and not Dom's, that she might have what it took to do this. Stepping away, he adjusted the PASIV before giving a look to Cobb. The extractor nodded and, without a word, Arthur put them both asleep, put them into the dream.
The first time she'd come to she had been stunned. Blinking away the surprise, the uncertainty that came from the first time in a shared dream, and yet she'd willing laid back and gone back into the dream, trusting them both.
Arthur knew that he had betrayed that trust the moment she came to before time ran out.
He hadn't hesitated to be there for her, to hold her hand and undo the cuff. Assuring her it was okay, even when it wasn't. Deep down he knew it wasn't okay, that Dom wasn't well but this was his chance. Arthur would stand by him through it all, praying that being home with the children would be what he needed to fix all that was wrong.
Arthur, maybe you can't see what's going on, maybe you don't want to. She had more than called him on that one. He hadn't wanted to know. He hadn't wanted to doubt Cobb.
He had his reasons for doing what he did, and didn't do, and none of that changed that for a brief second he very nearly followed her, just wanting to reassure her once more than she was okay.
****
I tried not to come.
Arthur had waited. He'd worked, taking care of the tiny details, doing the dry research that thrilled him and yet left others yawning. He'd rolled the die, and taken directives from Dom in another country, and he'd put his mind to the tasks at hand. Yet every moment had been waiting. Waiting to hear from that tiny thing with a steel backbone and enough raw talent to really turn a dream upside down. At least she'd turned the Point Man's thoughts on their side. Every moment had brought another thought of her. The anger that had flared in her eyes, the gasp in her voice after she'd woken from dying. It all came to him a million times over in his waking moments but never in his dreams. Dreams were for work. Ariadne was, if she returned, reality.
But there's nothing else quite like it.
She had gone on to talk about creation.
Arthur had been talking about her.
After Dom had first met with the girl, Arthur had asked what the extractor thought of her. Brilliant. Talented. Even cute. He'd mentioned all those. What he hadn't mentioned was how incredibly tiny she was. Not in a bad way, just petite, and he wondered that first time she'd walked into the warehouse if she was even over the five foot mark. She was cute though, dressed so casually for a meeting of this caliber, and unassuming. Despite his own airs, the suit he wore and the stoic manners he showed, there was something about that casualness that he found appealing.
Dropping to one knee beside the chair, he affixed the cuff to her wrist, not explaining what he was doing or why. For a moment his fingers lingered on her wrist, feeling the slight bones beneath silky skin, the thrum of her heartbeat against his fingertips. So dainty and yet he looked to her hands, seeing the marks of someone that didn't shy away from work. It was the first sign he'd had, his own observation and not Dom's, that she might have what it took to do this. Stepping away, he adjusted the PASIV before giving a look to Cobb. The extractor nodded and, without a word, Arthur put them both asleep, put them into the dream.
The first time she'd come to she had been stunned. Blinking away the surprise, the uncertainty that came from the first time in a shared dream, and yet she'd willing laid back and gone back into the dream, trusting them both.
Arthur knew that he had betrayed that trust the moment she came to before time ran out.
He hadn't hesitated to be there for her, to hold her hand and undo the cuff. Assuring her it was okay, even when it wasn't. Deep down he knew it wasn't okay, that Dom wasn't well but this was his chance. Arthur would stand by him through it all, praying that being home with the children would be what he needed to fix all that was wrong.
Arthur, maybe you can't see what's going on, maybe you don't want to. She had more than called him on that one. He hadn't wanted to know. He hadn't wanted to doubt Cobb.
He had his reasons for doing what he did, and didn't do, and none of that changed that for a brief second he very nearly followed her, just wanting to reassure her once more than she was okay.
****
I tried not to come.
Arthur had waited. He'd worked, taking care of the tiny details, doing the dry research that thrilled him and yet left others yawning. He'd rolled the die, and taken directives from Dom in another country, and he'd put his mind to the tasks at hand. Yet every moment had been waiting. Waiting to hear from that tiny thing with a steel backbone and enough raw talent to really turn a dream upside down. At least she'd turned the Point Man's thoughts on their side. Every moment had brought another thought of her. The anger that had flared in her eyes, the gasp in her voice after she'd woken from dying. It all came to him a million times over in his waking moments but never in his dreams. Dreams were for work. Ariadne was, if she returned, reality.
But there's nothing else quite like it.
She had gone on to talk about creation.
Arthur had been talking about her.
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Date: 2011-01-16 07:42 am (UTC)Sorry staring at yours now.
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Date: 2011-01-16 05:13 pm (UTC)He's in Mombasa.
DO YOU KEEP TRACK OF EVERY SINGLE THIEF OUT THERE, ARTHUR?!