[inception_bang] Art : A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall
Two pieces of art for aimlesstravels's fic, A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall
Title and what'll you do now, my darling young one?
Fandom Inception
Pairing Arthur / Eames
Warnings Violence
Summary Arthur and Eames grapple
Scene:
Nose dripping blood, panting heavily, and with the left side of his face and torso throbbing painfully, Eames looks down at his opponent - and freezes.
Dark eyes that are twin sparks of obsidian glare upward, a muscle in a finely sculpted jaw twitches in obvious ire at being pinned and his lips are curved back slightly in a silent growl.
Title and where have you been, my darling young one?
Fandom Inception
Character Eames
Warnings none
Summary Eames in Arthur's dream
Scene:
In start contrast, the floor is a dark and polished black that swims, hisses, and literally seethes with everything the walls and ceiling do not, a shade of obsidian that licks dangerously at the place where it meets the walls like tongues of flame, all the way down the hallway that seems to stretch on forever.
Eames stands still for a moment, taking in the heavy-duty bank vaults lining either side of the hallway, enormous circular titanium monstrosities that surely won’t open with a charming wink or a jaunty smile or simple “if you please”. He casts a look over his shoulder and, behind him, the hallway stretches on indeterminately, never-ending in either direction, without points of entry or exit.
Title and what'll you do now, my darling young one?
Fandom Inception
Pairing Arthur / Eames
Warnings Violence
Summary Arthur and Eames grapple
Scene:
Nose dripping blood, panting heavily, and with the left side of his face and torso throbbing painfully, Eames looks down at his opponent - and freezes.
Dark eyes that are twin sparks of obsidian glare upward, a muscle in a finely sculpted jaw twitches in obvious ire at being pinned and his lips are curved back slightly in a silent growl.
Title and where have you been, my darling young one?
Fandom Inception
Character Eames
Warnings none
Summary Eames in Arthur's dream
Scene:
In start contrast, the floor is a dark and polished black that swims, hisses, and literally seethes with everything the walls and ceiling do not, a shade of obsidian that licks dangerously at the place where it meets the walls like tongues of flame, all the way down the hallway that seems to stretch on forever.
Eames stands still for a moment, taking in the heavy-duty bank vaults lining either side of the hallway, enormous circular titanium monstrosities that surely won’t open with a charming wink or a jaunty smile or simple “if you please”. He casts a look over his shoulder and, behind him, the hallway stretches on indeterminately, never-ending in either direction, without points of entry or exit.