justprompts Prompts
What do you consider the worst day of your life?
They were friends once.
They were friends once.
Men who'd died together and lived together and tried with their unique skills to work together. They did it well, Cobb was the best. The best architect, the man who invented extraction-but he could always tell what was the dream and what was the reality.
It was a sense, instinctive. Cobb called it his psychic power, Henry Morton called it a gift. The two compromised in missions where they'd test the limits of dream reality. Between Mal, Henry Morton, and Dom Cobb, they made dreams more real and more vivid then ever.
There is not a day that he doesn't regret that. Thanks to him, Cobb can recruit and train the best. Thanks to him, the man who was his friend and now is his enemy and target can get away with everything. Thanks to him.
They were friends once.
Until she died and the cat stalked away alone leaving the dog to howl and snarl and chase after his scent.
They were friends once. They aren't anymore.
Ten times you've lost control.
X. Reality is so daunting and I've got no way to explain. The man starts off like a song lyric. The world they're in is a piece of shit, half music video half bad hollywood blockbuster.
Cobb is staring at him, "You're okay?"
He has a guitar and he's using it to throw power waves at the moron doing this.
"His world. Is giving me. a headache."
They were friends once.
They were friends once.
Men who'd died together and lived together and tried with their unique skills to work together. They did it well, Cobb was the best. The best architect, the man who invented extraction-but he could always tell what was the dream and what was the reality.
It was a sense, instinctive. Cobb called it his psychic power, Henry Morton called it a gift. The two compromised in missions where they'd test the limits of dream reality. Between Mal, Henry Morton, and Dom Cobb, they made dreams more real and more vivid then ever.
There is not a day that he doesn't regret that. Thanks to him, Cobb can recruit and train the best. Thanks to him, the man who was his friend and now is his enemy and target can get away with everything. Thanks to him.
They were friends once.
Until she died and the cat stalked away alone leaving the dog to howl and snarl and chase after his scent.
They were friends once. They aren't anymore.
Ten times you've lost control.
X. Reality is so daunting and I've got no way to explain. The man starts off like a song lyric. The world they're in is a piece of shit, half music video half bad hollywood blockbuster.
Cobb is staring at him, "You're okay?"
He has a guitar and he's using it to throw power waves at the moron doing this.
"His world. Is giving me. a headache."