Prompt Post No. 16
Welcome to Round 16 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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And then, the Mysterious Uncle Arthur (only ever evidenced by Fedex birthday presents and private calls their dad takes in his study) and Co. bust through the doors one day, intent on dragging Cobb back into the thick of it all and turning the Cobbs' life upside down.
James or Philippa's POV would be ace.
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Awesomeness.
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another truth
Yelling, “Dad!” over her shoulder, Phillipa answers the door. She’s careful, leaving the chain on, and peeks through the space. There’s a man there, with a patterned shirt and hair parted carefully to the side. “Yes?” she directs up to the man.
He pauses and looks down, expression shifting into a smile. “Ah,” he says. “I’m looking for Mr. Cobb, darling.” He has a British accent; her face gets all hot.
“Dad!” she shouts again, keeping her eyes on the man. Dad’s always so paranoid (don’t do this, don’t do that, don’t do anything) and some of it has sunk in. She hears the creak of the floorboards behind her, hears Dad’s slow step. He stops behind her, hands curling over shoulders in a protective motion that makes her roll her eyes.
She tenses when he says, “Eames,” in a low measured tone. She hasn’t heard that voice since the last time ( ... )
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Dad sits up straight. “What about Arthur?”
Eames’s eyes shift away from Dad. “Kidnapped,” he says simply.
“Kidnapped?” Dad asks and Phillipa instinctively takes a step back. He sounds angryOnce the word computes, Phillipa is pressed against the door again. Extractor? Kidnapped? Mysterious British man? She’s missing something big here ( ... )
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“We can have the mark here in a week.” And Eames is giving Dad a big big smile although there’s no humor in it.
“Call me when he’s here,” and he stands.
Phillipa carefully but quickly runs down the hall and is sitting on the couch once more when Dad and Eames walks by. She hears the door open, hears it close, and then Dad is walking past the living room again, his expression dark and foreboding.
James is making noises at the television, yelling along with the cartoon characters. She ignores her weirdo brother and opens the laptop. She’s supposed to be doing homework, but this is more important.
She looks up “extractor” on Dictionary.com and gets, “a person or thing that extracts.” That’s helpful. “Extracts” is “to get, pull, or draw out, usually with special effort, skill, or force.” Okay, so…Dad has to steal something? She stares at the computer for a long moment. Dad, boring, uncool, Professor-Cobb Dad-a spy or something ( ... )
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That night, she falls asleep on the couch, waiting for Dad.
Phillipa wakes up in bed the next morning. It’s a school day and usually she’d be sleeping in as much as possible, but she feels wide-awake and uneasy, stomach twisting. She stumbles out of bed and heads towards the kitchen. Dad should be up by now, doing whatever he does at this time of the morning ( ... )
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“It’s not like that, Dom,” Uncle Arthur sighs. He rubs one palm against his forehead and frowns at the ground.
Dad takes a step into Uncle Arthur’s personal space. Phillipa has to strain to hear the words. “It’s exactly like that.” He takes another step into Uncle Arthur’s personal space and there’s suddenly very little space between them.
Phillipa blinks and the whole thing smacks her upside the head. Ohmygod. Dad…and Uncle Arthur? Dad’s saying something, but he’s speaking too low ( ... )
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She grins and nods and goes back to her cereal.
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Before dinner that night, Phillipa goes to that photo album on the bookshelf. She finds that picture of Mom and Dad and Arthur. With a smile she places it on the fridge, sticking it there with a magnet.
Daddy (Dad-dad, not Arthur-dad; they’re both going to be Dad aloud though because Daddy just sounds childish and she’s thirteen already) freezes at the fridge and draws his fingers over it. She bites at her lip for a moment, wondering if she’s done something wrong, but then Daddy smiles and walks back over to the table, smiling happily at Dad and her and James.
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Excuse me while I wipe the buckets of tears from my eyes. REALLY, ANON? REALLY. I AM GOING TO D'AWWWWWWWW FOREVER AT THIS. ;______;
I loved seeing all of this through Philippa's perspective---excellent touch. This was such a wonderful, sweet fill. A perfect morning read!
I hope you write more in the future, anon, because this is excellent.
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