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nancystagerat

Inception: Shift the World to Suit Us

Jan 03, 2011 02:08

Title: Shift the World to Suit Us (001 - 010)
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Ariadne
Rating: PG-R
Word Count: bet. 200-400 words each
Summary: Careful the ones who twist and blur the edges of reality, for they will blur into each other as well.

( There is music in his throat and he transcribes it against the inside of her wrists as if she's something fleeting and lovely, a song he'll forget like filigree curls of cigarette smoke if trusted to his memory alone. )

inception, arthur, ariadne, fanfiction, fanfic

Comments 6

elliesmeow January 4 2011, 07:16:33 UTC

Adored this. All of it. Really well done. And normally I'm not a fan of drabbles.

Thanks for posting though. These were lovely.:)

-Ellie

angleico315678 January 4 2011, 07:31:59 UTC

Utterly beatiful drabbles. You truly are an artist at drabbles. There are some people who can just grasp the concept and write drabbles and some people who just can't (ie me).

To be honest, I'm a real sucker for drabbles. They leave so much to imagination. My favorite ones are #2 and #9. Your descriptions are lovely as well.

Thank you for posting these. They really are quite magnificent.

nami86 January 4 2011, 18:08:05 UTC

i didn't read your disclaimer/summary, and i was like... what? i don't get it.
and i read after the word "drabbles" and i was like "aaaahhhh... okayyyyy..." and i read it once again, and it's gorgeous :)
I love writing drabbles too, so it's a very good job!

metonymy January 5 2011, 01:38:08 UTC

Sheer poetry. These are beautifully done.

calliope427 January 5 2011, 01:58:24 UTC

he transcribes it against the inside of her wrists as if she's something fleeting and lovely, a song he'll forget like filigree curls of cigarette smoke if trusted to his memory alone.

Guh. Absolutely stunning. I love the placement of 10 and 4, too. These two little very real moments that are so solidly in their bodies when all around them the rest of the prose are so ephemeral.