Inception: When All Else Fails
Title: When All Else Fails
Author: Vashti
Fandom: Inception
Character(s): Eames, Ariadne, OC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Eames didn’t have either the time or patience to be distracted.
Length: ~260 words
Prompt: comment_fic: creepy_shetan, Inception, author's choice, whispered threats and promise
Disclaimer: I don't know you. You don't know me. Let's keep it that way.
Notes: Also written for the comment_fic comment. This is a lot closer to the story I'd originally wanted to write, although not quite. Still, I'm gobs happier with this than my first story.
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When All Else Fails
by Vashti
Eames’ arm tightened around the smaller man’s neck as he fought to break the hold. Strong narrow fingers grasped at the weave of his ratty tweed blazer but couldn’t grip the arm underneath. Eames strengthened his hold. He leaned in close. He pressed his lips to the man’s ear. “You’re going to answer me or I’m going to stick this in your side so it nicks your large intestines, and I promise you won’t like that.”
“I told you I don’t-Aaah!”
“Now tell me what I want to know and I’ll make sure you get the help you need to keep all that nasty poison leaking out of your bowels from doing any lasting damage.”
They breathed from their mouths, loud and wet in the dark, cavernous room. The man in Eames’ grip was beginning to sweat.
“Or,” he murmured into the man’s ear, “I can see how much more damage this stiletto can do.”
“Don’t do this, Mr. Eames. We’re not--”
“Don’t!” Eames pushed the narrow blade in deeper. “Don’t you dare, Seward. I already know it’s a dream. There’s no reason for you to hold this shape. You’re only making me angry.”
“If you kill me, I’ll just wake up.” It might have been strange hearing Arthur’s voice and knowing it was Seward’s body, but Eames didn’t have either the time or patience to be distracted.
Eames pressed his face against the man’s head. “Who said I was going to kill you. Now tell me where Ariadne and the kids are.”
[in]Fin[ite]
Author: Vashti
Fandom: Inception
Character(s): Eames, Ariadne, OC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Eames didn’t have either the time or patience to be distracted.
Length: ~260 words
Prompt: comment_fic: creepy_shetan, Inception, author's choice, whispered threats and promise
Disclaimer: I don't know you. You don't know me. Let's keep it that way.
Notes: Also written for the comment_fic comment. This is a lot closer to the story I'd originally wanted to write, although not quite. Still, I'm gobs happier with this than my first story.
§§§
When All Else Fails
by Vashti
Eames’ arm tightened around the smaller man’s neck as he fought to break the hold. Strong narrow fingers grasped at the weave of his ratty tweed blazer but couldn’t grip the arm underneath. Eames strengthened his hold. He leaned in close. He pressed his lips to the man’s ear. “You’re going to answer me or I’m going to stick this in your side so it nicks your large intestines, and I promise you won’t like that.”
“I told you I don’t-Aaah!”
“Now tell me what I want to know and I’ll make sure you get the help you need to keep all that nasty poison leaking out of your bowels from doing any lasting damage.”
They breathed from their mouths, loud and wet in the dark, cavernous room. The man in Eames’ grip was beginning to sweat.
“Or,” he murmured into the man’s ear, “I can see how much more damage this stiletto can do.”
“Don’t do this, Mr. Eames. We’re not--”
“Don’t!” Eames pushed the narrow blade in deeper. “Don’t you dare, Seward. I already know it’s a dream. There’s no reason for you to hold this shape. You’re only making me angry.”
“If you kill me, I’ll just wake up.” It might have been strange hearing Arthur’s voice and knowing it was Seward’s body, but Eames didn’t have either the time or patience to be distracted.
Eames pressed his face against the man’s head. “Who said I was going to kill you. Now tell me where Ariadne and the kids are.”
[in]Fin[ite]