This might be an Inception drabble.
“Ariadne, like the Greek myth?”
“Arthur, like the English monarch?”
He smiles like he doesn’t quite remember how.
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The columns hang, suspended in midair, each at a different angle.
“I saw it in a dream, once,” she says as he studies the sketch.
“Cobb wasn’t kidding when he said you’re a natural.”
She shrugs. “I’ve been building in my dreams since I was a kid. He just showed me how to do it at will.”
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It’s an addiction - seductive and potentially very dangerous. The totem is a lifeline, and the voice in her ear saying, “When this is over, we should do lunch.”
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“You’re not my type,” she says bluntly over coffee one day.
“What is your type?” His suit is immaculate; her jeans are torn.
“Not you.”
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His lips are cool, and his hands are warm. It’s kind of like a paradox.
She’s always liked those.
“Arthur, like the English monarch?”
He smiles like he doesn’t quite remember how.
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The columns hang, suspended in midair, each at a different angle.
“I saw it in a dream, once,” she says as he studies the sketch.
“Cobb wasn’t kidding when he said you’re a natural.”
She shrugs. “I’ve been building in my dreams since I was a kid. He just showed me how to do it at will.”
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It’s an addiction - seductive and potentially very dangerous. The totem is a lifeline, and the voice in her ear saying, “When this is over, we should do lunch.”
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“You’re not my type,” she says bluntly over coffee one day.
“What is your type?” His suit is immaculate; her jeans are torn.
“Not you.”
++++
His lips are cool, and his hands are warm. It’s kind of like a paradox.
She’s always liked those.