[Inception fic] out of the blue

[saintdogstreet]

Title: out of the blue

Author: saintdogstreet

Disclaimer: Inception belongs to Christopher Nolan and his posse, not me.

Rating: R

Warnings: Discussion of suicide, unfettered angst. Arthur/Eames. Unbetaed.

Word Count: ~2300

Summary: "Is this the part," Eames says, "where I tell you not to jump?"

A/N: This fic is more or less (more) entirely plotless

Comments

[saintdogstreet]

Thank you so much, apologies for any tears.

[adoorway]

This is the most beautifully written truth I've ever read.
Your dialogue and descriptions of every gesture and action are absolutely perfect. Please never stop writing.

[saintdogstreet]

Oh my gosh, wow, thank you. Don't worry, I don't plan on ever stopping.

[zetaori]

OMG.
I love you.
I love this.
And I love your Eames so fucking much.

I don't know why, but it makes me happy that Arthur calls Eames, and that Eames' first thought is to fly over, and the second to make tea.

I love your Eames, and your Arthur, their voices, their dialogue, Eames' actions, Arthur's description of trying it out, Eames' reaction, Eames sinking to his knees, Eames telling Arthur what he wants to hear, but without really telling him, and then telling him and Arthur crying. So, basically, everything.

I want to quote everything, but I'll restrict myself to:

God, they're pathetic. No wonder.
Eames gets it. Eames just gets it.

"Is this a cry-for-help kind of thing or the big one?" Eames inquires, taking another drink of tea.
This is fantastic. It's just fantastic. I don't know what to say. ♥

Eames presses the mobile phone to his forehead, plastic warm from how he was clenching it, and grips the counter.I could see it. If I could draw, I'd draw it. And although he doesn't, I can also see, sort of, how he kisses the

[saintdogstreet]

Well, that comment failed. Let's try again.

Oh, you. Here you go again with your awesome comments. :P Thanks very much.

Until conclusively proven otherwise, Eames and I both will continue to firmly believe in the omnipotence of quality tea.

And although he doesn't, I can also see, sort of, how he kisses the the phone when he takes it back down.

Yes, yes, now that you've said that -- oh, yes.

It's isn't an end, but at the same time it is. The best kind of ending.

I had no idea how I was going to end this (it was one of those things where I just got an idea and just started writing, no planning or mulling or teething for days or months like I usually do. Which is all well and good, because I got through some six straight pages without stopping, but a bit rough, because when I got to that bit I had no idea how to finish, hence--) so I just did. Delighted to know it worked.

Thanks again. <3

[zetaori]

You're very welcome, dear. I love your fic, seriously.

I firmly believe in tea, too. ♥

And the way you finished the fic was exactly right. Writing fic in one go can produce amazing results (and it feels sooo good, right?)

*hugs*

[shoppermania]

Oh, this was so beautiful ♥
Amazing work!

[saintdogstreet]

Thanks a lot! :)

[we_reflamingos]

Nicely handled, given the subject. Well done. My chest aches. That's a compliment ;)

[saintdogstreet]

Thank you very much.