Day 24: The Road That Brought Us Here / Elsewhere...
This is another "two for the price of one" drabble post, containing #11 and #12 in my ongoing Inception drabble series.
Dom understood Ariadne’s situation very well. He’d been in it himself, years ago. She loved exploring the dreamscape and had exceptional talent in manipulating it, but there was no legitimate way to use that talent, only the criminal underworld.
Part of his reason for joining it had been Somnacin addiction, but the rest had been addiction to the adventure and the potential to create things impossible in reality. Ariadne undoubtedly felt the same way. When he’d first turned extractor, that had been exactly what he’d wanted, so it wasn’t worth regretting. Besides, it had led him to friends like her.
A circle of light from a desk lamp illuminated a haphazard pile of contracts and paperwork. Robert’s eyes were growing heavy as he stared at them. Dividing up a company was more work than he’d realized. He was almost starting to regret taking on such a task.
He thought of the pinwheel (had he only dreamed that his father had kept it all those years?) and of the sudden realization he had come to. His father really had cared about him, and had wanted him to be his own man. When he’d landed in L.A., Robert had wanted that, too.
Dom understood Ariadne’s situation very well. He’d been in it himself, years ago. She loved exploring the dreamscape and had exceptional talent in manipulating it, but there was no legitimate way to use that talent, only the criminal underworld.
Part of his reason for joining it had been Somnacin addiction, but the rest had been addiction to the adventure and the potential to create things impossible in reality. Ariadne undoubtedly felt the same way. When he’d first turned extractor, that had been exactly what he’d wanted, so it wasn’t worth regretting. Besides, it had led him to friends like her.
A circle of light from a desk lamp illuminated a haphazard pile of contracts and paperwork. Robert’s eyes were growing heavy as he stared at them. Dividing up a company was more work than he’d realized. He was almost starting to regret taking on such a task.
He thought of the pinwheel (had he only dreamed that his father had kept it all those years?) and of the sudden realization he had come to. His father really had cared about him, and had wanted him to be his own man. When he’d landed in L.A., Robert had wanted that, too.