In Idleness
Jul. 12th, 2012 12:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vr_trakowskiThank you all for your kind comments on my previous entry. I am feeling much better now; stress notwithstanding, it seemed to be a blip. Blips, I can deal with.
Because I am bored, beneath the cut is a fragment of Inception fic that will probably never go any further (if I was going to do that kind of crossover, I should really finish the CSI one first). But I like the possibility of it.
“You’ve done a terrific job,” Arthur said with approval, looking around at the winter world they were walking through--a snowy forest gone crystalline with ice, ancient and wild and somehow cleaner than the real world.
Next to him, Ariadne shook her head slowly, eyes wide with thought, and stopped to pull out her token. Brushing the snow from a nearby stump, she set the chess piece upright on it. “Arthur…”
He watched, frowning, as she tipped it over. And it fell, perfectly naturally.
Arthur blinked. “But…we were in the middle of the museum…”
Ariadne, kneeling in the snow, looked up at him. “It isn’t a dream. I don’t know what it is, but it isn’t a Dream.”
He started to protest, to deny the memory stirring in the back of his mind, but the sound of hooves punching through the snow-crust distracted him. The sight approaching made him reach for the gun nestled at the small of his back, but Ariadne was on her feet, her wide delighted smile doing more to restrain him than the grip of her fingers around his wrist.
“Hail, son of Adam; hail, daughter of Eve,” came the greeting. Beside him, Ariadne dipped in a clumsy curtsey.
Arthur regarded the centaur, who looked back with eyes dark with wisdom, and for once in his life let his caution go. And smiled.
Because I am bored, beneath the cut is a fragment of Inception fic that will probably never go any further (if I was going to do that kind of crossover, I should really finish the CSI one first). But I like the possibility of it.
“You’ve done a terrific job,” Arthur said with approval, looking around at the winter world they were walking through--a snowy forest gone crystalline with ice, ancient and wild and somehow cleaner than the real world.
Next to him, Ariadne shook her head slowly, eyes wide with thought, and stopped to pull out her token. Brushing the snow from a nearby stump, she set the chess piece upright on it. “Arthur…”
He watched, frowning, as she tipped it over. And it fell, perfectly naturally.
Arthur blinked. “But…we were in the middle of the museum…”
Ariadne, kneeling in the snow, looked up at him. “It isn’t a dream. I don’t know what it is, but it isn’t a Dream.”
He started to protest, to deny the memory stirring in the back of his mind, but the sound of hooves punching through the snow-crust distracted him. The sight approaching made him reach for the gun nestled at the small of his back, but Ariadne was on her feet, her wide delighted smile doing more to restrain him than the grip of her fingers around his wrist.
“Hail, son of Adam; hail, daughter of Eve,” came the greeting. Beside him, Ariadne dipped in a clumsy curtsey.
Arthur regarded the centaur, who looked back with eyes dark with wisdom, and for once in his life let his caution go. And smiled.
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Date: 2012-07-12 11:16 pm (UTC)