Archive for the ‘inception’ Category

To Continually Descend

Tuesday, December 13th, 2011

He smelled like the cigarette he had that morning on the way to the coffee shop, a whiff of espresso mixed with the cologne he favored, a bit like hair wax but mostly like himself.

secretly a reef rat

Monday, June 13th, 2011

They were working a simple bait-and-extract, pulling corporate espionage on one company and feeding it to a competitor, when Arthur got a phone call.

Proud Flesh

Monday, May 9th, 2011

Proud Flesh by templemarker Notes: Art by min_taiwan” for i_reversebang. Thank you so much, Min! Your art is just lovely and this was a great challenge to do. Cobb/Saito, PG-13, Western AU. Apologies for anachronisms and indistinct historicism. Beta by E & J. *** In the dark curl of the summer night, Saito waits. He [...]

by your name

Friday, March 18th, 2011

So, although Eames went through every endearment he could successfully lob at Arthur, it was only part of their little dance, some extension of that irritation he had found so delightful in Arthur all those many years ago. Well, that and his arse, which had never ceased to engage. Arthur, in his own fashion, returned the endearments, with his particular emphasis on Eames’ name, with ‘Mr. Eames,’ with his ‘asshole’ and ‘fuckwad’ and ‘dicksmack.’ They provided a counterbalance to Eames’ ‘dear,’ ‘darling,’ ‘petal.’

always keep an edge on your knife, and other romantic notions

Friday, February 18th, 2011

If there was one bloody idea Eames had learned from his stint in the Royal Marines, it was this: travel light, travel swift, and leave nothing behind.

Boy, had he bollocksed that last one up.

underfoot

Friday, February 18th, 2011

"Don’t mind me," Eames said. "I’m not here to interrupt you."

Conversation Piece

Friday, February 18th, 2011

Ariadne sweeps her eyes over the space, and it's only when she enters further in and spots her scarf hanging limply from the chair that she sees Arthur, hooked up to the PASIV, tucked in the corner where she usually finds Dom.

comme une flèche

Friday, February 18th, 2011

Eames slips in and out of Arthur's life like a memory, weeks or months or occasionally years between the times they have together.