463. You Got Me Hurtin'

[hardforrichgirl]

Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort
is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional
distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The
injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the
characters and their relationship.

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Ariadne | Inception

[neckerchiefed]

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[perfectforgery]

[His vision should return in a matter of days. He told Arthur that if it doesn't, he should shoot in at point blank or drop him off in one of those sleep clinics of Yusufs. As for right now though, he prefers to be hooked up because the experience is absolutely miserable.

[neckerchiefed]

[She heard it from Arthur. Dropping everything, she got his location from Arthur. Or at least his last whereabouts. Ariadne arrived and noted the sleeping form. Her jaw clenched. How could his vision just go?

The brunette couldn't resist the chance. Moments later, bag was down and Ariadne was hooking herself in, choosing to lay on the ground.]

[perfectforgery]

[His dream was bright, brighter than usual. The colors were vibrant, and they were in an old room filled with vintage nicknacks. It's his favorite residence, in the countryside of Tuscany, where he keeps the possessions he cherishes the most. It's his mind, and him, trying to remember what things look like just in case.]

You never can resist, can you Ariadne?

[neckerchiefed]

[She moves through his designs and takes in each object before she comes across him.]

Expect any less?

[perfectforgery]

Not in the slightest. [He's holding a record sleeve in his hands, running one over it to pick up the dust, and he glances up at Ariadne.] I would mention something about invasion of privacy, but I hardly think you would take it seriously coming from me.

[neckerchiefed]

[She moved around him, still noting this world. His subconscious was not at all what she thought of. Where were the Chicago gangsters or gritty back alleys of London or the New York subway?]

Not at all, Eames.

[perfectforgery]

[Eames was many things that Ariadne had no idea of. It's something he likes about himself; his ability to be whatever someone wants him to be.]

I take it Arthur called you, of course. Are you here to babysit me, then?