I apologise if this makes you hungry. I was very hungry while I wrote it. I made
schiarire hungry by showing her bits of it.
I also started writing it without having much idea where it was going, which was a lot of fun and something I should try more often. Somewhat to my surprise it turned out to be established-relationship fic (sort of) and also to contain unhealthy amounts of Tennyson.
and little other care hath she -- Inception -- Arthur/Ariadne/Eames, 2857 words.
Every craft has its own language and she's already fluent in her own, so it's nice, in a way, to be starting at the beginning again.