Prompt: Drabbles
Well, I have just recently surfaced from the sea of midterms/essays/horror, and it appears I've made it out alive. :)
HELLO INCEPTION FANDOM!!!! *waves* I've missed you guys!
And now to get back to writing fic!
From zeto :
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character/gen fic of their choosing ( Read more... )
HELLO INCEPTION FANDOM!!!! *waves* I've missed you guys!
And now to get back to writing fic!
From zeto :
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character/gen fic of their choosing ( Read more... )
He sits at the picnic bench under the changing leaves, looking across the park and watching the man chasing his children around the playground, the formerly tortured blue eyes so full of laughter and joy. A smile touches the corner of his lips, a strange warmth suffuses inside his chest - but it’s tinged with the wretched bitterness of solitude and a longing unrequited.
“When Cobb told me there was someone on his tail, I should’ve known it was you.”
Saito freezes and remains motionless as a dark shadow rounds the picnic table, a familiar face paired along with the well-cut suit and stern countenance. Arthur hasn’t changed at all; the ever reliable point man, loyal to Cobb even to the point of self-harm, and Saito really can appreciate such devotion.
“I apologize for-” he begins, but Arthur raises a hand and efficiently cuts him off.
“The girl’s name,” he says, “is Phillipa. The little boy is James.” Arthur inclines his head toward playground, where Cobb is standing. “Go on. They’ll be happy for the company.”
Saito stands, and from across the way, having recognized the stranger standing with his point man, Cobb’s face breaks into a smile.
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