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Pairing: Arthur/Ariadne
Fic Title: walking on my skin again
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seimaisin
Link: http://seimaisin.livejournal.com/2117364.html
Rating/Warning(s): PG
Genre: post-movie, general romance
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: I've read a lot of Arthur/Ariadne fic lately, but this one is clearly my favorite. It has such an authentic Ariadne voice, not only chronicling the story of what happens after the Fischer job, but it does it in a way that flushes out the verse and characters remarkably. Eames, Cobb, Miles, even Mal have such a great presence throughout the story. And her tale with Arthur is subtle and real and very well handled. I love one-shots, but there's something special about stories with scope and range. This story is wonderfully written with a deft hand.
I heartily recommend it.
"I only lie when I'm getting paid to, darling. If I lied to the people I worked with, I'd be in jail or dead by now. Tricky, though, isn't it? Everyone has to have a line."
"Maybe I just hit my line."
"No, you didn't. You're just missing the passion part of the equation." He paused to speak to someone in Japanese. Ariadne smiled. His grasp of the language had improved over the past few months, but he still stumbled over unfamiliar sounds and occasionally stopped to mutter, "Bugger, what was that word ..." When he was done, he came back to the conversation. "What was I saying?"
"Passion. And if this turns out to be a come-on, I'm hanging up."
"Perish the thought. I know your interests lie elsewhere."
"Shut up." She felt herself reddening. "Did you have a point?"
"Maybe that is the point. No, wait," he said, as Ariadne started to take the phone away from her ear, "hear me out. All irritating fussbudgets in expensive suits aside, when we started, you were passionate about learning how to create and manipulate dream worlds. Our adventures with Fischer turned everyone on their heads, even those of us who have done that sort of thing a million times." He paused. "I haven't been in a dream since."
"Really?" She switched the phone to her other ear, staring at it curiously. "You haven't?"
"Not once. Don't know that I want to. That's not true," he immediately corrected. "I do. It just seems like anything else is going to be a little two-dimensional after all that."
"I'll take that as a compliment to my skills," she said, and was rewarded with a chuckle. Then she turned serious again. "Do you really want to do something as crazy as that job again? You have fun with that, count me out."
"I want a challenge. Working for Saito is one, in a way. I've never worked inside a corporation before. Learning the particular politics and games is fun. It's going to become a pain in my ass very quickly, though, I have to say. I only hope Saito doesn't hold it against me when I disappear. He's a good ally to have." Eames fell silent, and Ariadne knew that a response wasn't necessary, or even welcome. He kept her focused, and she kept his secrets. It was an arrangement that worked for both of them.
The taxi pulled up to the airport, and Ariadne juggled the phone again as she paid the driver and pulled her luggage into the terminal. "You're saying I need a challenge."
"Exactly."
"And what would that be?"
"How should I know? Do I look like your fairy godfather?" She snorted, and he continued. "You're going to have to come up with your own challenges, Ariadne. Even if it's just getting off your ass and going to look for Arthur, though god only knows why you'd ever want to do that."
"I don't want to look for Arthur," she said.
"And here I called you an honest person just a few minutes ago."
"Shut up." She sighed and leaned against a wall. "I have to go, I have a plane to catch."
Pairing: Arthur/Ariadne
Fic Title: walking on my skin again
Author:
seimaisinLink: http://seimaisin.livejournal.com/2117364.html
Rating/Warning(s): PG
Genre: post-movie, general romance
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: I've read a lot of Arthur/Ariadne fic lately, but this one is clearly my favorite. It has such an authentic Ariadne voice, not only chronicling the story of what happens after the Fischer job, but it does it in a way that flushes out the verse and characters remarkably. Eames, Cobb, Miles, even Mal have such a great presence throughout the story. And her tale with Arthur is subtle and real and very well handled. I love one-shots, but there's something special about stories with scope and range. This story is wonderfully written with a deft hand.
I heartily recommend it.
"I only lie when I'm getting paid to, darling. If I lied to the people I worked with, I'd be in jail or dead by now. Tricky, though, isn't it? Everyone has to have a line."
"Maybe I just hit my line."
"No, you didn't. You're just missing the passion part of the equation." He paused to speak to someone in Japanese. Ariadne smiled. His grasp of the language had improved over the past few months, but he still stumbled over unfamiliar sounds and occasionally stopped to mutter, "Bugger, what was that word ..." When he was done, he came back to the conversation. "What was I saying?"
"Passion. And if this turns out to be a come-on, I'm hanging up."
"Perish the thought. I know your interests lie elsewhere."
"Shut up." She felt herself reddening. "Did you have a point?"
"Maybe that is the point. No, wait," he said, as Ariadne started to take the phone away from her ear, "hear me out. All irritating fussbudgets in expensive suits aside, when we started, you were passionate about learning how to create and manipulate dream worlds. Our adventures with Fischer turned everyone on their heads, even those of us who have done that sort of thing a million times." He paused. "I haven't been in a dream since."
"Really?" She switched the phone to her other ear, staring at it curiously. "You haven't?"
"Not once. Don't know that I want to. That's not true," he immediately corrected. "I do. It just seems like anything else is going to be a little two-dimensional after all that."
"I'll take that as a compliment to my skills," she said, and was rewarded with a chuckle. Then she turned serious again. "Do you really want to do something as crazy as that job again? You have fun with that, count me out."
"I want a challenge. Working for Saito is one, in a way. I've never worked inside a corporation before. Learning the particular politics and games is fun. It's going to become a pain in my ass very quickly, though, I have to say. I only hope Saito doesn't hold it against me when I disappear. He's a good ally to have." Eames fell silent, and Ariadne knew that a response wasn't necessary, or even welcome. He kept her focused, and she kept his secrets. It was an arrangement that worked for both of them.
The taxi pulled up to the airport, and Ariadne juggled the phone again as she paid the driver and pulled her luggage into the terminal. "You're saying I need a challenge."
"Exactly."
"And what would that be?"
"How should I know? Do I look like your fairy godfather?" She snorted, and he continued. "You're going to have to come up with your own challenges, Ariadne. Even if it's just getting off your ass and going to look for Arthur, though god only knows why you'd ever want to do that."
"I don't want to look for Arthur," she said.
"And here I called you an honest person just a few minutes ago."
"Shut up." She sighed and leaned against a wall. "I have to go, I have a plane to catch."
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