I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good)ladysisyphusJuly 18 2010, 17:17:27 UTC
After long enough, he'd learned to recognize shared dreams by their persistent logic. One mind might make a place where hamburgers floated leisurely through the air, or theatre curtains opened onto graveyards, or your mother sounded like Humphrey Bogart, but two minds in coordination knew that just wasn't true. So when the martini in his hand stopped being made of liquid piano music, he knew he wasn't alone
( ... )
I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good) pt.2ladysisyphusJuly 18 2010, 17:17:55 UTC
Arthur had better ways to spend his energy than debating the difference between being protective and being just a decent human being, so he shrugged and took a drink from his own glass. It tasted like the way he imagined gin should taste, not the way it actually tasted, which was why he only ever ordered it here. To his great credit, Eames let the matter drop, choosing instead to lean his back against the bar and watch the passers-by going on about their own imagined lives, his smile highlighted by the silver-blue glow from the great aquarium suspended above the bar. That hadn't been in any of the real-world places, to hell with Eames and his cracks about Arthur's lacking creative impulse. He might not be an Architect-grade designer, but he could still make a nice, quiet place to drink
( ... )
Reply
Reply
And how many internets would you like?
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
(P.S. I AM FRIENDING YOU AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME. Except I mean, you could, but ssh.)
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment