[INCEPTION] we were nothing,we were everything 1/3
we were nothing,we were everything
Ariadne, Arthur/Ariadne, 1032 words, PG,
She hadn’t understood that this was simply one job. That they weren’t really a team but artists crafted together to build one moment and were free to move onto the next.
It’s been over a year since the Fischer job and she finds that she misses them (him, who is she kidding) all unbearably.
She’s not sure what she expected after LA, but she recognizes that deep inside she had hoped to be asked to stay, to belong to something again. As a little girl, her parents hadn’t understood her nor did they really try to. Too focused on their own lives, they had thought it best to send her away; to the best schools in the world naturally.
It was at Saint George in Switzerland that she learned to speak French and how much she loved to smoke. It was at Francis Holland in London where she learned how much the boys loved her French; it was at ISA Saint Luc Wallonia in Belgium that she understood that how much her travels have shaped her. She would spend hours walking through the cities of Europe, gazing with respect at the architecture around her. Some of the buildings were ugly, undeniably. But some of them, some of them were works of art to be gloried at. She marveled at infrastructures and imagination on display. She started to understand that these old buildings made her feel at home, something she had thought she was missing.
But it was in a warehouse in Paris where she found her calling.
She fell in love with the life presented her, with the people, with the fantasy of it all. In a matter of weeks, she adopted Eames as her confidant and brother she never had. He became the one she shared her past with, the one who knew the secrets to keeping one’s sanity while going to school abroad, the one who understood her secret desire to belong. She would spend hours listening to his (mostly farfetched) stories of his narrow escapes and liaisons with beautiful woman. He made her laugh with his wit, his charm and she swore that he was better than any sibling she could have had.
She fell a little bit into adoration with him and the security he represented to her.
Yusuf was the quiet one but he always was there prepared to offer her praise on her work or questions if he was doubtful. He kept to himself but never failed to stop what he was doing if she had questions or was curious about what he was working on. She started to bring him coffee every morning on her way in as a way of thanking him for his quiet friendship.
She never really found a way to make friends easily and was grateful for his quiet acceptance.
Ariadne spent the bulk of her time being concerned about Dom. She recognized the desperation and loneliness that surrounded him. Maybe that was why she was drawn to him and his dreams. She understood that, as the leader of this makeshift crew, he was the one that had to explain the job to her; to teach her. But his dreams terrified her and the guilt he carried with him permeated everything. She saw him as a sort of father figure missing from her life and she was determined to do what she could to help him. It’s why she took it upon herself to keep pushing him, pushing into his dreams and looking for the root cause of his despair.
She had never learned caution or boundaries with other people.
Arthur was the one that intrigued her the most. She ended up spending an inordinate amount of time with him in the beginning. She found herself attracted to his loyalty and sense of purpose. She quickly came to realize that THIS was his calling, that this is what (who) he was. She couldn’t imagine him doing anything else. She started to look forward to their shared dreams and the time she spent with him. He always held himself back, kept a little bit of himself away from her (away from everyone really) and she was amused at the way Eames would try and goad him. It was fun to watch Arthur get a little bit annoyed and the banter between them was enjoyable to watch.
She started to crave Arthur’s attention and realized she had moved on from attraction and was heading into more dangerous territories.
The job was difficult and emotionally draining but when it was over, when they landed in LA and deplaned, she felt the exhilaration rush through her. This is what she was meant for, this is what her childhood had prepared her for.
But it wasn’t as simple as that.
She hadn’t understood that this was simply one job. That they weren’t really a team but artists crafted together to build one moment and were free to move onto the next. It wasn’t until she was standing outside at the taxi stand, Eames off to her right; Arthur somewhere to her left, that she saw the note tucked discreetly in the corner of her bag.
A-
Great job. You’ll find that your account has been wired the agreed upon salary. Wish you a safe flight home and good luck with your studies.
A
She felt the tears start before she could stop them (silly really, what had she thought would happen). The only thing she understood is that once again, she wasn’t wanted (least of all by him). She hastily wiped away the tears before anyone could see them and glanced to her right. Eames gave her a sad half-smile and slowly raised his hand in a gentle wave. She nodded quickly and raised her hand to hail a cab.
When the cab stopped for her, she slid into the back seat as quickly as she could; not realizing her scarf had come loose. In her haste to leave, she abandoned the scarf that had settled at Arthur’s feet. He bent over to collect it, his eyes never leaving her as he watched her cab drive away.
Where to?
She laughed out loud at the question and wondered what her next move would be.
Would you be terribly upset if I ask you to take me up to departures?
She had not looked back at Arthur once.
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Ariadne, Arthur/Ariadne, 1032 words, PG,
She hadn’t understood that this was simply one job. That they weren’t really a team but artists crafted together to build one moment and were free to move onto the next.
It’s been over a year since the Fischer job and she finds that she misses them (him, who is she kidding) all unbearably.
She’s not sure what she expected after LA, but she recognizes that deep inside she had hoped to be asked to stay, to belong to something again. As a little girl, her parents hadn’t understood her nor did they really try to. Too focused on their own lives, they had thought it best to send her away; to the best schools in the world naturally.
It was at Saint George in Switzerland that she learned to speak French and how much she loved to smoke. It was at Francis Holland in London where she learned how much the boys loved her French; it was at ISA Saint Luc Wallonia in Belgium that she understood that how much her travels have shaped her. She would spend hours walking through the cities of Europe, gazing with respect at the architecture around her. Some of the buildings were ugly, undeniably. But some of them, some of them were works of art to be gloried at. She marveled at infrastructures and imagination on display. She started to understand that these old buildings made her feel at home, something she had thought she was missing.
But it was in a warehouse in Paris where she found her calling.
She fell in love with the life presented her, with the people, with the fantasy of it all. In a matter of weeks, she adopted Eames as her confidant and brother she never had. He became the one she shared her past with, the one who knew the secrets to keeping one’s sanity while going to school abroad, the one who understood her secret desire to belong. She would spend hours listening to his (mostly farfetched) stories of his narrow escapes and liaisons with beautiful woman. He made her laugh with his wit, his charm and she swore that he was better than any sibling she could have had.
She fell a little bit into adoration with him and the security he represented to her.
Yusuf was the quiet one but he always was there prepared to offer her praise on her work or questions if he was doubtful. He kept to himself but never failed to stop what he was doing if she had questions or was curious about what he was working on. She started to bring him coffee every morning on her way in as a way of thanking him for his quiet friendship.
She never really found a way to make friends easily and was grateful for his quiet acceptance.
Ariadne spent the bulk of her time being concerned about Dom. She recognized the desperation and loneliness that surrounded him. Maybe that was why she was drawn to him and his dreams. She understood that, as the leader of this makeshift crew, he was the one that had to explain the job to her; to teach her. But his dreams terrified her and the guilt he carried with him permeated everything. She saw him as a sort of father figure missing from her life and she was determined to do what she could to help him. It’s why she took it upon herself to keep pushing him, pushing into his dreams and looking for the root cause of his despair.
She had never learned caution or boundaries with other people.
Arthur was the one that intrigued her the most. She ended up spending an inordinate amount of time with him in the beginning. She found herself attracted to his loyalty and sense of purpose. She quickly came to realize that THIS was his calling, that this is what (who) he was. She couldn’t imagine him doing anything else. She started to look forward to their shared dreams and the time she spent with him. He always held himself back, kept a little bit of himself away from her (away from everyone really) and she was amused at the way Eames would try and goad him. It was fun to watch Arthur get a little bit annoyed and the banter between them was enjoyable to watch.
She started to crave Arthur’s attention and realized she had moved on from attraction and was heading into more dangerous territories.
The job was difficult and emotionally draining but when it was over, when they landed in LA and deplaned, she felt the exhilaration rush through her. This is what she was meant for, this is what her childhood had prepared her for.
But it wasn’t as simple as that.
She hadn’t understood that this was simply one job. That they weren’t really a team but artists crafted together to build one moment and were free to move onto the next. It wasn’t until she was standing outside at the taxi stand, Eames off to her right; Arthur somewhere to her left, that she saw the note tucked discreetly in the corner of her bag.
A-
Great job. You’ll find that your account has been wired the agreed upon salary. Wish you a safe flight home and good luck with your studies.
A
She felt the tears start before she could stop them (silly really, what had she thought would happen). The only thing she understood is that once again, she wasn’t wanted (least of all by him). She hastily wiped away the tears before anyone could see them and glanced to her right. Eames gave her a sad half-smile and slowly raised his hand in a gentle wave. She nodded quickly and raised her hand to hail a cab.
When the cab stopped for her, she slid into the back seat as quickly as she could; not realizing her scarf had come loose. In her haste to leave, she abandoned the scarf that had settled at Arthur’s feet. He bent over to collect it, his eyes never leaving her as he watched her cab drive away.
Where to?
She laughed out loud at the question and wondered what her next move would be.
Would you be terribly upset if I ask you to take me up to departures?
She had not looked back at Arthur once.
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