loadedparadox

What: Military manuevers
When: After this.
Who: Arthur and Eames

( For adult audiences only )

For:

eamesofdreams
What: Playing poolside
Warning: Adult themes and for mature audiences only.

( What happens in Vegas... )

Working

Current Mood: satisfied

About virginity

((Rp for

dreamsofmazes for Iris verse))

They had been back in Paris for two weeks. Despite returning with her, Arthur had given her space. Assuring the warehouse was clean, he released the rental and then set about finding his own place. Settling in, he made himself do what might have made him nervous otherwise. Furniture, his clothes shipped in, even plants in the kitchen and bathroom, offering a hint of hominess to it all.

Only after it was all done did he send the invitation to Ariadne, inviting her over for dinner. Preparing, he set the table, ordered the food and then moved it all to pots and pans to make the pretense that he might know how to cook more than the handful of meals he tended to make for himself the few times he had kitchens in his hotel rooms.

Dressed careful, button down shirt, tucked in but sleeves rolled and collar unbuttoned, slacks and loafers. Lighting the candles on the table, going all out, including pastries waiting for dessert.

Current Mood: excited

On neurotic muns and default icons

THE ABSOLUTELY META CAPTION CONTEST!

( Click for the image to caption )

So... Caption for what is going on?!

Current Mood: silly

Deep in a dream, off job

Pain is in the mind.

He knew. A moment before it came, Arthur knew. Then it all happened at once. The loud report of the gun, echoing in his inner ear even as something else entirely blotted it out all together. Pain. Sharp and tearing, ripping through ligament and bone, leaving the skin ripped open as blood splattered outward from entering and exit, tiny droplets tinged with tissue that hit the silk trousers of the men holding him on his feet, soaking in even as strong hands kept him on his feet.

Maybe he hollered out, maybe he didn't. Arthur wouldn't make himself stop, not wanting to, not wanting to give that satisfaction though his skin was suddenly clammy, paler than it had been a moment before, and there was more to come as the shooter circled him, speaking to the one watching, the one most hurt by Arthur's pain.

Pain is in the mind, and judging by the decorum we're in your mind, aren't we, Arthur?

The watcher moved, swift and sudden. Even as the mind took over, fighting to the numb the pain, blessed oblivion came in the form of a bullet to the brain. In those last moments before he died in the dream, dying to awake in the real world, Arthur felt just one thing. Relief.

Just as he had when Mal had tortured him in a dream and Cobb had been forced to kill Arthur to save him from the pain. Except it wasn't Cobb saving him this time. This time it was Dominic that held the pistol to Arthur's head, smug and arrogant, circling Arthur as he prepared for the next shot. Cobb that held Arthur at bay, kept him from moving away no matter how much he struggled.

Cobb who stared wide eyed at Ariadne as she fired that killing blow, saving Arthur from the pain, saving him from Cobb, saving him from himself.

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: Spain - On a job

Sometimes the hardest thing in the world to do is accept the reality of a situation, even if it's what you wanted.

((A bit ooc and a lot ic and a moment of the mun needing to make a statement even if she isn't sure what she's saying.))