all spit and spite, you're up all night [inception]
Title: all spit and spite, you're up all night
Fandom: Inception
Summary: The mind, she knows, is the last thing to go
Characters: Ariadne, Arthur, implied future Ariadne/Arthur
Rating: PG
Notes: For inception_kink prompt: "When the team splits at the end of the movie, Ariadne goes back to her normal life - and ends up sliding into addiction from half-legal dreaming dens like the one Yusef ran, because she doesn't know how to get in touch with anyone. Arthur finds her after she assumes she's been abandoned."
It's a haze, all of it. Ariadne dreams in the middle of the day, trying to go back to that singular feeling.
Pure creation, she'd said. Arthur had agreed.
Where is he now? No where in her dreams, no where in her realities.
(maybe this is the real thing - alone and drunk on imagination)
You're making yourself sick. You need to stop. But Yusef can't say much or do much to make a difference. She's never been the kind of girl to do what she was told anyway. Listening to good advice has never been one of her strong-suits.
(ariadne dreams that there are quick, thieving lips on hers, and a comforting voice that lets her know it was worth a shot)
The thought has crossed her mind that no one cares where she is. Never that no one knows where she is. Afterall, they could find her. Cobb knows, she's sure. Eames cared, she thought. And Arthur. It's his job to know where she is, isn't it? She bites hard on her bottom lip to keep from talking to herself.
(the mind, she knows, is the last thing to go. it keeps you there and alive so you can see what you're doing to yourself.)
Hands trembling, she dives back into her dreams, coming up gasping and wondering which part of any of it was real and which part was fake and which part made her miss her old life more. Never from memories. Right, Cobb. Right.
She comes home and plays one of her tapes, stuffing headphones over her ears and hugging a pillow. The Smiths, Dylan, Elliot Smith. It is all rough and soothing, makes the waking hours easier to bear.
May be a long time until you get the call-up
But it's sure as fate and hard as your luck
When she wakes up, she knows that the only thing in her mind is something black and slick like oil, and there's a hand over hers, another brushing the hair from her face, eyes narrowed in concentration.
Come back to us, Arthur whispers, fingers lingering over the corner of her eye.
(he's real like the fear coiled like a wire snake in the pit of her stomach. a mutated electric eel feeding off her wasted energy)
Ariadne turns her back to him, but Arthur doesn't give up so easily. He crawls into her tiny bed and wraps his arms around her.
I've been looking for you. A sob escapes her lips. You're good at hiding. His nose is close to the back of her neck and she can feel his breath down her shirt. He forces her up, makes her look straight at him. Ariadne. Come back with me. Her body is thin and her skin is sallow, almost ashen. Her eyes lack any of the spark she once had. Please.
It takes everything she has left to get her out of the bed. She remembers the way the springs creaked and groaned under their weight as Arthur lifted her up like something fragile he was afraid of breaking. And really, he was certain if he pulled to hard, she'd fall to pieces in his hands.
I thought you'd left me, she murmurs as he half drags, half carries her from her apartment and into the elevator.
Me? Leave you? I've been looking all over for you. Figures you'd come back to Paris. Didn't even think... Arthur trails off, shaking his head, looking almost humorous with her school bag over his shoulder, stuffed with clothes he hastily packed that won't match or go together. But she doesn't care. He smells like the street and starch.
She falls asleep in a hotel room, clean and fed, warm for the first time in months, eyes finally focused on something. Arthur sits on the bed opposite her, pulling at his tie. On the bedside table, she quickly fingers her totem, her hand lingering on it as she falls asleep.
I'm glad you found me, she whispers. Arthur gives her a small smile and turns out the light.
Me, too.
Fandom: Inception
Summary: The mind, she knows, is the last thing to go
Characters: Ariadne, Arthur, implied future Ariadne/Arthur
Rating: PG
Notes: For inception_kink prompt: "When the team splits at the end of the movie, Ariadne goes back to her normal life - and ends up sliding into addiction from half-legal dreaming dens like the one Yusef ran, because she doesn't know how to get in touch with anyone. Arthur finds her after she assumes she's been abandoned."
It's a haze, all of it. Ariadne dreams in the middle of the day, trying to go back to that singular feeling.
Pure creation, she'd said. Arthur had agreed.
Where is he now? No where in her dreams, no where in her realities.
(maybe this is the real thing - alone and drunk on imagination)
You're making yourself sick. You need to stop. But Yusef can't say much or do much to make a difference. She's never been the kind of girl to do what she was told anyway. Listening to good advice has never been one of her strong-suits.
(ariadne dreams that there are quick, thieving lips on hers, and a comforting voice that lets her know it was worth a shot)
The thought has crossed her mind that no one cares where she is. Never that no one knows where she is. Afterall, they could find her. Cobb knows, she's sure. Eames cared, she thought. And Arthur. It's his job to know where she is, isn't it? She bites hard on her bottom lip to keep from talking to herself.
(the mind, she knows, is the last thing to go. it keeps you there and alive so you can see what you're doing to yourself.)
Hands trembling, she dives back into her dreams, coming up gasping and wondering which part of any of it was real and which part was fake and which part made her miss her old life more. Never from memories. Right, Cobb. Right.
She comes home and plays one of her tapes, stuffing headphones over her ears and hugging a pillow. The Smiths, Dylan, Elliot Smith. It is all rough and soothing, makes the waking hours easier to bear.
May be a long time until you get the call-up
But it's sure as fate and hard as your luck
When she wakes up, she knows that the only thing in her mind is something black and slick like oil, and there's a hand over hers, another brushing the hair from her face, eyes narrowed in concentration.
Come back to us, Arthur whispers, fingers lingering over the corner of her eye.
(he's real like the fear coiled like a wire snake in the pit of her stomach. a mutated electric eel feeding off her wasted energy)
Ariadne turns her back to him, but Arthur doesn't give up so easily. He crawls into her tiny bed and wraps his arms around her.
I've been looking for you. A sob escapes her lips. You're good at hiding. His nose is close to the back of her neck and she can feel his breath down her shirt. He forces her up, makes her look straight at him. Ariadne. Come back with me. Her body is thin and her skin is sallow, almost ashen. Her eyes lack any of the spark she once had. Please.
It takes everything she has left to get her out of the bed. She remembers the way the springs creaked and groaned under their weight as Arthur lifted her up like something fragile he was afraid of breaking. And really, he was certain if he pulled to hard, she'd fall to pieces in his hands.
I thought you'd left me, she murmurs as he half drags, half carries her from her apartment and into the elevator.
Me? Leave you? I've been looking all over for you. Figures you'd come back to Paris. Didn't even think... Arthur trails off, shaking his head, looking almost humorous with her school bag over his shoulder, stuffed with clothes he hastily packed that won't match or go together. But she doesn't care. He smells like the street and starch.
She falls asleep in a hotel room, clean and fed, warm for the first time in months, eyes finally focused on something. Arthur sits on the bed opposite her, pulling at his tie. On the bedside table, she quickly fingers her totem, her hand lingering on it as she falls asleep.
I'm glad you found me, she whispers. Arthur gives her a small smile and turns out the light.
Me, too.