Written for
this prompt at
inception_kink: "You know when you're sitting in a chair, and you lean back so you're just on two legs, and then you lean too far and you almost fall over, but just at the last second you catch yourself? I feel like that all the time."
Drabble (100 words); gen (pre-Arthur/Cobb if you're wearing your heavy-duty slash goggles, but I tried my hardest to make it as gen as I could, as requested).
we all fall down
Mal's death upended everything.
I fled with Dom, after, but now between us is the empty space where she used to be.
The change, the loss, feels like a tipping point, as though I've leaned back on two legs in a chair, nearly fallen, and only just caught myself. I feel perpetually off-balance.
Dom asks, sometimes, why I stay. I shrug; we're both unused to these conversations. But the truth is, I stay because I know he feels the same.
I'm all that's keeping him balanced, and that’s reason enough.
But I wonder how long we have before we fall.