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03 March 2011 @ 01:16 am
Fic: "The Sky is Green", Inception: Arthur/Eames, R
Author: darkhavens
Title: The Sky is Green
Fandom: Pairing: Inception: Arthur/Eames
Rating: R for violence
Words: 1000
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo or a grammar glitch, feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: **psycho!Eames, maybe-evil!Arthur, possible character death (not Arthur or Eames)**
Summary: Ariadne really shouldn't have kissed Arthur.
Notes: Written for picfor1000, and only two days past deadline! My thanks to tabaqui and literati for their tireless support, encouragement and nitpicking. *smooches* Any nits left unpicked are all mine.


The Sky is Green

Ariadne wakes to the unexpected sight of Eames at her bedside, hands jammed casually in his pants pockets, his face blandly uncommunicative.

The first thing she does is reach for the wooden chess piece on her nightstand. She misses the momentary gleam of satisfaction in Eames's eyes.

The black bishop is solid and reassuringly unbalanced in the palm of her hand, consistently toppling to the left when she tries to stand it on the filed down point of its mitre - behind a shielding wall of fingers, of course.

When she checks, Eames is quite conspicuously not watching, instead gazing out of the window at the street below. It makes her want to smile, until she realizes she has absolutely no idea why he's here with her instead of off flirting aggressively with Arthur in an entirely different country.

She fumbles her way to a sitting position; struggles to tuck the sheet around her waist to protect her modesty. Her legs seem shockingly naked below the rucked-up, oversized football jersey she's using as a nightshirt.

Her head feels heavy, delicately balanced on a neck oddly unwilling to support the unaccustomed weight. She wrestles a pillow up behind her shoulders with fingers that only grudgingly obey.

"Where's Arthur?" It's not what she wanted to say and, judging from the tightening across the span of Eames's powerful shoulders, it's not what he wanted to hear, but Ariadne's mind is still clouded with sleep, her thought processes sluggish and unfocussed.

"That- I mean-" She pauses, drags a minutely trembling hand through pillow-mussed hair. "I thought you'd be off flirting with Arthur wherever he went after Dom got his life back. I'd ask how you got into my bedroom, but I can probably figure that out, so why don't you tell me why?"

Instead of immediately answering, Eames unlatches the windows and swings them open, letting the chill morning air in to circulate. For one brief, perplexing moment, Ariadne's room is bathed in the scent that is purely Arthur - a unique combination of soap, deodorant, freshly pressed laundry, a hint of lime and the amalgam of products he uses to keep his hair out of his eyes while on the job.

It's disconcertingly familiar. And then it's gone, buried - if it was ever actually there - beneath the heady redolence that is Paris in the fall. Eames doesn't seem to have noticed anything out of the ordinary as he turns, settling his linen-clad rump on the windowsill. His bulk blocks all but the most determined rays of watery sunlight, which trickle in to paint the room an unsettling shade of dirty yellow. Ariadne wonders if there's a storm brewing.

"You kissed Arthur."

Ariadne blinks at the non sequitur. "What?"

Eames sighs. His thumbs are tucked neatly in the corners of his pockets, wrists resting casually against his braided leather belt. His fingertips are drumming silent riffs on his stomach. "You asked me why I'm here." He shrugs, the rise and fall of his shoulders causing implausible ripples in the light spilling in around them. "That's why."

"But-" Quick, give me a kiss. "He asked me to. To distract the projections."

This is obviously news to Eames, but the flare of surprise is swiftly overtaken by a look of almost gleeful satisfaction. When he speaks, Ariadne knows his words aren't meant for her; she's never heard him sound quite so fondly delighted.

"Why, Arthur, you sneaky little minx. That puts a whole new complexion on a lot of things. I wonder, do you think you deserve a reward for this, or a punishment? I believe a little of both might be in order once I track you down. Now, if only I knew why-?"

There's a shift in the atmosphere as Eames snaps his fingers and refocuses his gaze onto Ariadne.

"Ah, yes, of course." His grin is almost beatific. "The Great Dom Cobb. Arthur did so enjoy having Dom turn to him for solutions to his every problem. 'Mal wants to get married, Arthur; what do I do?' 'The CIA wants me to extract from the President of Guatemala, Arthur; please help me.' 'Mal's gone batshit insane and set me up for her murder, Arthur; run away with me and join the circus!' And then you toddled onto the scene, all wide-eyed and curious with your damnable perception."

The blatant mockery sends a shiver of unease down Ariadne's spine. She moves to push the sheet aside, to stand, to stand up to Eames, and he makes no move to stop her.

He tilts his head and watches, as curious as a cat, and realization dawns. She's the small white mouse in this scenario, and her tail is well and truly trapped beneath Eames's playful paw. She hasn't felt his claws yet, but they're there, sheathed and waiting for the slightest excuse to slide out and disembowel her.

Her heart is pounding. The air seems darker, danker than it was just moments before. The room feels smaller. Eames is most definitely closer. He smiles at her like he's sharing a secret.

"Poor Ariadne, he set you up." He pauses, frowns. "Well, to be honest, he set us both up, but I find I'm much too enchanted by his creativity to be the slightest bit put out. You see, Arthur knows I'm a tad possessive when it comes to him; I don't appreciate others touching what belongs to me. I don't mind people looking, but- No," he interrupts himself with rueful honesty. "I do mind them looking, but it's Arthur, and how can anyone not look at Arthur? And so, I endure. But a kiss? Oh, sweetling, a kiss is a horse of a different colour entirely. And Arthur knows that, the wicked boy."

There's a gun in Eames's hand. Ariadne doesn't know where it came from. It wasn't there, and then it was. She barely has time to think 'Oh, shi-'

She wakes on a beach piled with driftwood. The sky is green.






Sequel: whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling




 
Kevin Jonesmulder200 on March 3rd, 2011 01:20 am (UTC)
Oh! That was freaky!
darkhavens: incep a&e - arty w gunsdarkhavens on March 3rd, 2011 01:46 am (UTC)
Thank you!

I knew what I wanted to write as soon as I saw the picture, but due to my adversarial relationship with deadlines, it took until now for my ficbrain to cooperate. *g*

I am Derek's vocal eyebrows: k; summer [me]literati on March 3rd, 2011 01:20 am (UTC)
Simply gorgeous and creepy. Such depth and richness is so few words!

LOVE! ♥
darkhavens: incep a&e - kick flirt gifdarkhavens on March 3rd, 2011 01:47 am (UTC)
Thank you! Creepy was definitely the keyword for this fic. I blame the sky being green.

tabaqui: arthur&eamesbydeepbluesea3929tabaqui on March 3rd, 2011 01:22 am (UTC)
Yissssss. Eames is *creepy* and a bit unhinged and ooh, she *woke up*, ah ha ha, *more* creepy!
*flails a bit*

I liiiike. Of course, i want to see a bit of maybe!evil!Arthur and Eames now.....
:)
darkhavens: incep a&e - cue ustdarkhavens on March 3rd, 2011 02:01 am (UTC)
Thank you! *smooches*

Creepy is exactly what I was aiming for. And unhinged too, yis indeedy. They have such potential for wickedness... :D
★ ☆ ★ r e i: movies; bottomless black holebeatinlove on March 3rd, 2011 01:36 am (UTC)
this was so awesome!
i love jealous!Eames ♥
darkhavens: incep a&e - on the road in greydarkhavens on March 3rd, 2011 02:03 am (UTC)
Thank you!

I love jealous!Eames too. When I started this, I wasn't planning on having a sneakily-manipulative!Arthur hovering in the background, but they fit so well together... :D
Amy: Inception: Eames!BnWsionnach_liska on March 3rd, 2011 01:42 am (UTC)
Oh wow!

This was creepy and yet very interesting! I personally would love to see some of this - maybe!evil!Arthur and psycho-possessive!Eames. *grin*

Also. I just want to say that I adore the rest of your A/E fics!
darkhavens: incep a&e - targetdarkhavens on March 3rd, 2011 02:17 am (UTC)
Thank you! :D

Maybe!evil!Arthur was not a part of the original idea, but then I remembered that he asked for the kiss, and I thought, what a sneakily manipulative way to get Eames to get rid of Ariadne so you could go back to pulling Cobb's puppet-strings.

And then I knew I was going to end up thinking of more ways they could mindfuck people. ;)
outsideth3box: Dexter Mutilated Corpsesoutsideth3box on March 3rd, 2011 03:34 am (UTC)
Yum! That was deliciously evil of both Arthur and Eames, You make me love them a little on the twisted side, heh.

Lovely.
darkhavens: incep a&e - closerdarkhavens on March 3rd, 2011 03:40 am (UTC)
Thanks! :D

They are very lovable, whether twisted or kinky or geeky or full-on BAMFs. :D
madsmurf: the kickmadsmurf on March 3rd, 2011 08:08 am (UTC)
More damn it! More Evil Manipulative!Arthur and Psycho Jealous!Eames, so want it.

I'm tempted to try it but I don't know what it is about this fandom but it is frightening to even to summon the courage to write, especially this pairing...

Anyhughes, I frigging love you and this fic it has two of my favourite things: Evil Manipulative Psychotically Jealous Characters and Arthur/Eames. It does make me pity Ariadne just a tad but the whole dark evil nature of the fic overrides that and I love you for it x] It has ended up in my memories and it shall always stay there.

So, thank-you very much for granting us mere mortals this lovely, lovely fic.
darkhavens: incep a&e - closerdarkhavens on March 4th, 2011 04:59 pm (UTC)
I don't know what it is about this fandom but it is frightening to even to summon the courage to write, especially this pairing...

I read them for quite a while before I gathereed the courage to try and write them. Even then, it was only because I saw the signups for the first round of ae_ldws (Arthur/Eames Last Drabble Writer Standing) and thought, hey, I know I can drabble!

This is the first A/E I've written that's over 400 words long and I am over the moon that it's been memoried! Thank you. :D

There may be more of these wicked boys in love, it's such fun to write!

clair3clair3 on March 3rd, 2011 10:22 am (UTC)
wow.........brilliant!
darkhavens: incep a&e - a&edarkhavens on March 4th, 2011 04:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :D
spoononthenose: Mal&Cobbspoononthenose on March 3rd, 2011 10:22 pm (UTC)
This is so well done! It scared me but it was so real the Eames you made up. I almost feel how Ariadne felt when she woken up with him there, in her room. Excellent girl, excellent! <3
darkhavens: incep a&e - on the road in greydarkhavens on March 4th, 2011 05:14 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

It scared me

That's a wonderful compliment! :D
Goes "Ding" When There's Stuffsuki_blue on March 4th, 2011 08:13 am (UTC)
Holy EEEEEEE, Batwoman!! You write the best disturbing!Eames ever! Wow! And I love that I can even picture Arthur's exact expression, because we both know that Arthur is aware of the exact moment Eames wakes Ariadne up!
darkhavens: incep a&e - on the road in greydarkhavens on March 4th, 2011 05:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you, darlin'! :D

Ah, but did Eames wake Ariadne up? Was it a nightmare she had that segued into a bizarre limbo-esque scenario? Or did Eames sneak into her room while she was sleeping, sedate her so she couldn't wake up, and then hook them both up to the PASIV so he could terrify her and then shoot her, knowing she'd be stuck in limbo for a small eternity, unable to escape until the sedative wore off, if ever?

Arthur knows. :P

*snickers madly*
Ruricruric on March 5th, 2011 03:56 pm (UTC)
Oh now that is creepy and lovely!
darkhavens: incep a&e - and then sex happensdarkhavens on March 9th, 2011 07:55 pm (UTC)
Thanks! :D

Creepy was definitely the theme of the piece. *g*

I love writing twisted boys waaaaaaaay too much. :P
Cearesceares on March 7th, 2011 03:39 am (UTC)
I'm a sucker for dark, twisted and jealous/possessive. Especially when it's well written. Brava on the way you handled them all.
darkhavens: incep a&e - a&edarkhavens on March 9th, 2011 07:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :D
purple_spock: Arthurpurple_spock on April 10th, 2011 04:06 am (UTC)
I came across this because I found the sequel, and this parts is so catching that I can't wait to read the next bit. This part is fantastic. : )
darkhavens: incep arthur - grrrdarkhavens on April 10th, 2011 04:40 am (UTC)
Thank you! :D

As soon as I saw the image I'd been assigned, I knew it was Ariadne, trapped in limbo. After that, the 'why' was easy to figure out. *g*
Mr. Steal Your Girl: Arthur JAWLINEla_fours on April 10th, 2011 03:24 pm (UTC)
That was really creepy and cool!

It's a shame that there is so much great fic that can easily be missed. I found this through the sequel too.

*Off to read that*