day 2
2102 / 30000 words. 7% done!
Didn't manage to nudge the Inception fic over 20K words today; instead I divided the thousand almost exactly between it and the HP fic I intend to get done before the next movie is released.
What. Why is he. He's distracted. No: drunk. Ivre. He can taste copper in his mouth and the dojo's ceiling is beginning to shimmer obligingly, the boundaries are wavering. He wouldn’t convince a child with this dream.
He hears the motion before he feels it, hears the numb thump of his own back hitting the floor -- which is too hard, shifting metallic; it hurts like hell -- and then realises that Eames is kneeling on his legs, one hand wrapped far too loosely around Arthur's throat.
"Take it seriously," Arthur snarls, spitting blood.