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I did finish the first draft of my monster-fic, which will be up tomorr... later today. In the process of procrastinating it, I also wrote a lot of other things, including some Sucker Punch meta and the following Inception drabble.
Title: Those You've Known
Fandom: Inception
Characters/Pairings: Implied Ariadne/Arthur/Eames, Cobb
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, character death, suicide
Wordcount: 100
Written for: The day's quota of bad time management
Author's notes: ...The header is sort of a reflex, okay? Title shamelessly pilfered from a Spring Awakening song; cut text shamelessly stolen from a Les Miserables song. The actual drabble has no relation to Broadway whatsoever.
Arthur dies sweat-soaked and smiling, with a stranger’s shotgun empty in his hands.
Eames dies three years later, the metal of Arthur’s favored Glock cold against his tongue.
Ariadne builds their tombs.
Cobb tries, exactly once, to hover over her. When she punches him, it’s the hard right hook that Eames taught her by example, and clenched within her fist is the totem that Arthur told her she should make.
“Some of us can handle reality,” she snarls, and walks away.
When someone well out of the loop contacts Cobb about an Arthur job, he sends them on to her.
Title: Those You've Known
Fandom: Inception
Characters/Pairings: Implied Ariadne/Arthur/Eames, Cobb
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, character death, suicide
Wordcount: 100
Written for: The day's quota of bad time management
Author's notes: ...The header is sort of a reflex, okay? Title shamelessly pilfered from a Spring Awakening song; cut text shamelessly stolen from a Les Miserables song. The actual drabble has no relation to Broadway whatsoever.
Arthur dies sweat-soaked and smiling, with a stranger’s shotgun empty in his hands.
Eames dies three years later, the metal of Arthur’s favored Glock cold against his tongue.
Ariadne builds their tombs.
Cobb tries, exactly once, to hover over her. When she punches him, it’s the hard right hook that Eames taught her by example, and clenched within her fist is the totem that Arthur told her she should make.
“Some of us can handle reality,” she snarls, and walks away.
When someone well out of the loop contacts Cobb about an Arthur job, he sends them on to her.