stuff I've Incepted myself into reading :))
This is a bit of a darker Arthur/Eames than my own headcanon provides, but it's a hell of a fic!
This Lonely House (38792 words) by
tourdefierce
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Inception (2010)
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Arthur/Eames (Inception), Dom Cobb/Mal (Inception)
Characters: Ariadne (Inception), Arthur (Inception), Eames (Inception), Phillipa (Inception), Mal (Inception), Dom Cobb, Miles (Inception)
Summary:
so i wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in
me. till then my windows ache-- Pablo Neruda
Life is not full of grand gestures. Life is not full of dramatic exists and entrances or perfect camera angles or explosions. Life for someone like Arthur, is like constantly feeling like a secondary character in his own storyline. That's not anyone's fault but his own because Arthur is Arthur, a protagonist here (and probably an antagonist as well because he can be). This is a story about Arthur, who happens to love people and who happens not to love them. But the point is, this is a story about Arthur who doesn't know it's a story about him. This is story about finding out what it means to be a hero to the right people, what it means to know yourself and, by accident, to let other people learn to know how to love you.
Arthur is figuring his shit out.
This Lonely House (38792 words) by
tourdefierce
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Inception (2010)
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Arthur/Eames (Inception), Dom Cobb/Mal (Inception)
Characters: Ariadne (Inception), Arthur (Inception), Eames (Inception), Phillipa (Inception), Mal (Inception), Dom Cobb, Miles (Inception)
Summary:
so i wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in
me. till then my windows ache-- Pablo Neruda
Life is not full of grand gestures. Life is not full of dramatic exists and entrances or perfect camera angles or explosions. Life for someone like Arthur, is like constantly feeling like a secondary character in his own storyline. That's not anyone's fault but his own because Arthur is Arthur, a protagonist here (and probably an antagonist as well because he can be). This is a story about Arthur, who happens to love people and who happens not to love them. But the point is, this is a story about Arthur who doesn't know it's a story about him. This is story about finding out what it means to be a hero to the right people, what it means to know yourself and, by accident, to let other people learn to know how to love you.
Arthur is figuring his shit out.