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Pairing: Ariadne/Arthur
Fic Title: Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
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someinstant
Link: http://someinstant.livejournal.com/43004.html
Rating/Warning(s): R for sexuality, language
Genre: Missing scenes to post-movie. General romance.
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: This is a wonderful, long (10k) fic that explores evolution of Ariadne's perception of Arthur, beginning with glimpses of how they worked together in setting up the con. It follows through post-movie. Wonderful Ariadne voice, whose smart and young and sarcastic, and her interactions with Arthur are very fascinating to read. There's great dialogue, wonderful details that expand the 'verse, and they cleverly fit the movie's canon perfectly.
This author has other long Ariadne/Arthur fics. I haven't read them yet, but I'm sure they're good.
“Not really,” said Eames, but he was wearing Arthur’s body. Badly, too: there was something off about the way he stood, like his center of gravity was lower by a few inches.
“That is-- really disconcerting,” Ariadne said.
“The visual cues don’t mean anything,” Eames explained, using Arthur’s mouth and vocal chords but not his voice, “if you haven’t got the characteristics. It’s like the difference between a wax model and the person the model represents.” He straightened, somehow, dropped his shoulders and walked across the room to meet her, and he was Arthur before he took three steps.
Ariadne took a half step back. “Got it,” she said, feeling the air go out of her lungs. “Jesus.”
Arthur canted his head to the left a few degrees. “Trying to use a cheat on the mark can either go really badly, or really well,” he said, his mouth quirking a little. “Familiarity means that the mark knows the subject, and should be able to recognize any mistakes a forger makes. But familiarity can also mean that the mark will fill in the gaps on their own, and depending on the association-- positive, negative, indifferent, whatever-- might not want to recognize the cheat as a forgery.” Arthur was very close to her now, his voice intimate and close. “Ariadne,” he began,
Ariadne shook her head, and looked back up at Eames. “You’re a bastard,” she informed him.
He laughed, delighted with himself. “And you’re lovely,” he said, returning the compliment. “And while I would love to stay and pursue this particular line
Ariadne opened her eyes and turned to glare at Eames, sprawled in the chair next to hers. “I’m going to put a rabid polar bear in your level,” she told him. “It will be lonely and mad for attention and only yours will do.”
Behind her, Arthur cleared his throat. “I’d like to see that,” he told her. She felt for the pawn in her pocket, and relaxed when it tumbled awkwardly in her palm. “Eames was showing you how the forgeries work?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said. Arthur did drop his shoulders when he stood like that. She hadn’t noticed before.
“She’s a natural,” Eames said readily. “Not easy to fool at all.” He looked back at Ariadne with a light in his eye that she didn’t like. “Well. With one exception, maybe.”
“Seriously, Eames,” she threatened. “Rabid polar bears. Wolves. Maybe some weasles, too.” He held up his hands in surrender, and wandered off to do whatever it was that Eames did when not harassing the rest of the team.
Arthur raised an eyebrow, and sat down on the chair Eames had occupied. “I came to ask you if you were done with the second level, but it sounds like you have more interesting things planned.”
She shook her head. “Just Eames being Eames,” she said lightly, and took a breath. “I can show you, if you’d like. The level,” she clarified. “It’s finished.” She got up to get two new needles, then handed him one. “I could use your advice about reflections, anyways,” she said, and they lay back to dream together.
Pairing: Ariadne/Arthur
Fic Title: Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Author:
someinstantLink: http://someinstant.livejournal.com/43004.html
Rating/Warning(s): R for sexuality, language
Genre: Missing scenes to post-movie. General romance.
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: This is a wonderful, long (10k) fic that explores evolution of Ariadne's perception of Arthur, beginning with glimpses of how they worked together in setting up the con. It follows through post-movie. Wonderful Ariadne voice, whose smart and young and sarcastic, and her interactions with Arthur are very fascinating to read. There's great dialogue, wonderful details that expand the 'verse, and they cleverly fit the movie's canon perfectly.
This author has other long Ariadne/Arthur fics. I haven't read them yet, but I'm sure they're good.
“Not really,” said Eames, but he was wearing Arthur’s body. Badly, too: there was something off about the way he stood, like his center of gravity was lower by a few inches.
“That is-- really disconcerting,” Ariadne said.
“The visual cues don’t mean anything,” Eames explained, using Arthur’s mouth and vocal chords but not his voice, “if you haven’t got the characteristics. It’s like the difference between a wax model and the person the model represents.” He straightened, somehow, dropped his shoulders and walked across the room to meet her, and he was Arthur before he took three steps.
Ariadne took a half step back. “Got it,” she said, feeling the air go out of her lungs. “Jesus.”
Arthur canted his head to the left a few degrees. “Trying to use a cheat on the mark can either go really badly, or really well,” he said, his mouth quirking a little. “Familiarity means that the mark knows the subject, and should be able to recognize any mistakes a forger makes. But familiarity can also mean that the mark will fill in the gaps on their own, and depending on the association-- positive, negative, indifferent, whatever-- might not want to recognize the cheat as a forgery.” Arthur was very close to her now, his voice intimate and close. “Ariadne,” he began,
Ariadne shook her head, and looked back up at Eames. “You’re a bastard,” she informed him.
He laughed, delighted with himself. “And you’re lovely,” he said, returning the compliment. “And while I would love to stay and pursue this particular line
Ariadne opened her eyes and turned to glare at Eames, sprawled in the chair next to hers. “I’m going to put a rabid polar bear in your level,” she told him. “It will be lonely and mad for attention and only yours will do.”
Behind her, Arthur cleared his throat. “I’d like to see that,” he told her. She felt for the pawn in her pocket, and relaxed when it tumbled awkwardly in her palm. “Eames was showing you how the forgeries work?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said. Arthur did drop his shoulders when he stood like that. She hadn’t noticed before.
“She’s a natural,” Eames said readily. “Not easy to fool at all.” He looked back at Ariadne with a light in his eye that she didn’t like. “Well. With one exception, maybe.”
“Seriously, Eames,” she threatened. “Rabid polar bears. Wolves. Maybe some weasles, too.” He held up his hands in surrender, and wandered off to do whatever it was that Eames did when not harassing the rest of the team.
Arthur raised an eyebrow, and sat down on the chair Eames had occupied. “I came to ask you if you were done with the second level, but it sounds like you have more interesting things planned.”
She shook her head. “Just Eames being Eames,” she said lightly, and took a breath. “I can show you, if you’d like. The level,” she clarified. “It’s finished.” She got up to get two new needles, then handed him one. “I could use your advice about reflections, anyways,” she said, and they lay back to dream together.
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