Forget you. (For dontthinkabout)

[anewshade]

Ari was in almost a state of shock the days following Arthur's arrival and subsequent departure. Like she couldn't believe it had happened. But it had and from what she could tell he just walked out of her life and didn't look back. Five days after, when shed barely left the apartment, barely stopped crying over everything, she woke up and just

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[dontthinkabout]

Just as Ariadne had done, Arthur went right back to working. With his reputation, he didn’t have a hard time finding jobs. It was one right after the other and although it was tiring and consuming at times, it kept his mind off of other things.

That wasn’t to say he didn’t think of her. He did, actually. Often. And he’ll admit that he’d been keeping tabs on her. He heard about the job with Eames from the forger himself. He heard about her going back to her apartment after. (He’d need to tell her to be careful next time. To make sure she wasn’t followed.) But he didn’t meddle. At least not until he heard about the latest job she was going to be recruited for.

It was with an extractor called Simmons. He burned out the people on his team, always going through new people and Arthur didn’t want her mixed up with him. And that was why he was in front of her building now buzzing her apartment.

[anewshade]

She looked up from her laptop where she was pouring through real estate listings with a slight frown. She wasn't expecting anyone and she hadn't ordered food.

She got up and went to the intercom.

"Hello?" she said, pushing the button to talk and letting go to hear the person on the other end.

[dontthinkabout]

“It’s important. Can we talk?” He said quickly before she got the chance to disconnect from the intercom. She didn’t have to invite him up. Hell, she could talk to him through this for all he cared, but he just needed to warn her.

[anewshade]

The different emotions that passed through her at hearing his voice were too numerous to catalog. Part of her wanted to run down there and throw her arms around him and beg him to come back and the other wanted to go get the gun he'd left behind and shoot him with it. She stared at the call box, trying to figure out a more realistic option.

She pressed the button.

"No," she said simply and cooly before walking away from it.