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[#001] Chase the Moon to the Horizon (Inception)
Theme Prompt: New beginnings
Title: Chase the Moon to the Horizon
Fandom: Inception
Rating/Warnings: Minor bad language, PG maybe?
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 996
Summary: For better or worse, inception had changed them all.
Notes: Adding this section so I can note there's a pairing (Arthur/Eames).
It happened on the first of the month. Robert Fischer split up his father's empire to strike out on his own. It was called the worst business decision of the year. Cobb smiled, closing the business section just as tiny fingers plucked out the funny section.
“Are you stealing my newspaper?” he asked seriously, looking down with fake-consternation at his son, James. The blond boy beamed at him, entirely too pleased with himself.
“Yep! I stoled it!” he yelled, shrieking in laughter when he tickled him
“You did what? You did what?” he said. He couldn't hold back his grin at James' laughter. When he finally got to the point where tickling was too much, he followed him over to Phillipa. The little girl sat at the kitchen counter, her wavy blond hair falling in rivers of gold around her face. She was already older than Cobb could believe. Observant, too, and a firecracker. Just like her mother.
“Hey, Dad. I'm drawing Grandma a picture,” she told him with a smile. He came over to look, and immediately complimented her on her horse.
He had his hands wrist-deep in dish water when the phone rang. Gingerly picking it up, he held it to his ear with a shoulder. “Hello?”
“I just wanted to call you to congratulate you, Mr. Cobb, and to thank you,” he heard Saito's voice say on the other side, formal, but warm. He smiled.
“So you saw the news this morning.”
“It's a new era for my company. I have only you to thank,” he said. Cobb paused, watching Phillipa show her brother her drawing, hearing James call it ugly. Phillipa moaned loudly, storming off, and Cobb couldn't be happier that these were his children and this was his life.
“No. Thank you, Saito.”
There was a house in Barcelona. It had white shutters, way too many bedrooms, and a pool. And it was all Yusuf's. It started when he and Ariadne started becoming friends, and she went on and on about how Arthur had a home in Venice and Eames had a home in Buenos Aires. Suddenly, he was looking at homes online, and then, after the considerably large paycheck he got from the inception job, he was negotiating the price and saying 'Deal'. Ari was ecstatic when he asked her to stay for a while.
When Ariadne walked in, her first words were, “Holy crap, it's huge!” He'd been pleased, showing her around. The kitchen was his favorite. Cooking was like science; you could follow a recipe, or you could mess around with it for a different, new kind of product. You got out what you put in, and Yusuf put a lot of effort in dinner that night, offering a delighted Ariadne a variety of seafood and booze. They got drunk and kicked their shoes off, sitting on the balcony overlooking his pool.
Ariadne sighed. “Do you ever think about how much inception changed all of us?”
“I do, of course. It's changed you a great deal, no? I heard you were taking a job next month in Beijing,” he said as he tossed back the rest of his wine like a champ. “What happened to school?”
“School can wait. Opportunity and adventure won't,” she told him, her cheeks rosy.
“I don't know if that's wise or foolish,” he said with a sigh. Sometimes, he worried Ariadne was getting too serious too fast.
“I don't know either.” She paused, then burst into giggles, pointing at him. “You have shrimp in your hair.”
Maybe he didn't have to worry that hard. He sighed, enjoying his new spoils, his new life. His new opportunities and adventures.
Arthur woke every morning except Sunday exactly at six o'clock. After a quick breakfast of oatmeal, he dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and went outside to run. He ran no matter where he went, no matter where he was in the world. The pounding of his feet, his steady breathing, centered him in a way. He jogged until he started to feel himself getting tired. And then he would find a long stretch of road and take off at a sprint, his heart pounding in his ears. When he was good and panting, the adrenaline kicking, he let himself lean over and just breathe.
By the time he got back, it was Eames time.
He took a quick shower, then checked his phone. Yep, there was a text message from Eames: caught in net at dock. pls send help. He shook his head and threw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt (probably Eames' since it was huge on him), and a jacket, and started walking to the dock at the lake near the vacation home they were staying at. Every day, Eames was up to something. And every day, he pulled Arthur into whatever he was doing.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he bent down, trying to untie the net from around a floating Eames' foot. He was soaked from head to toe, shivering a bit.
“I'm drowning.”
He stifled a laugh. “No, what were you doing?”
“I was trying to catch lunch.”
“Naturally. Since you're an experienced fisherman,” he teased him. He finally got his foot released, and Eames swam to the dock, pulling himself out and flopping onto it, his toes wiggling in his shoes.
“I'm a fucking terrible fisherman; is that what you want to hear, Arthur?” he grumbled. Arthur smiled, holding out a hand and pulling him up before setting his jacket around his shoulders.
“Yes. Now let's go buy lunch,” he said, and Eames complained the whole way, but he ate every last oyster put in front of him at home. Eames had softened Arthur considerably. But his antics, this ridiculous, ridiculous new life with Eames was his now.
For better or worse, inception had changed them all.
Title: Chase the Moon to the Horizon
Fandom: Inception
Rating/Warnings: Minor bad language, PG maybe?
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 996
Summary: For better or worse, inception had changed them all.
Notes: Adding this section so I can note there's a pairing (Arthur/Eames).
It happened on the first of the month. Robert Fischer split up his father's empire to strike out on his own. It was called the worst business decision of the year. Cobb smiled, closing the business section just as tiny fingers plucked out the funny section.
“Are you stealing my newspaper?” he asked seriously, looking down with fake-consternation at his son, James. The blond boy beamed at him, entirely too pleased with himself.
“Yep! I stoled it!” he yelled, shrieking in laughter when he tickled him
“You did what? You did what?” he said. He couldn't hold back his grin at James' laughter. When he finally got to the point where tickling was too much, he followed him over to Phillipa. The little girl sat at the kitchen counter, her wavy blond hair falling in rivers of gold around her face. She was already older than Cobb could believe. Observant, too, and a firecracker. Just like her mother.
“Hey, Dad. I'm drawing Grandma a picture,” she told him with a smile. He came over to look, and immediately complimented her on her horse.
He had his hands wrist-deep in dish water when the phone rang. Gingerly picking it up, he held it to his ear with a shoulder. “Hello?”
“I just wanted to call you to congratulate you, Mr. Cobb, and to thank you,” he heard Saito's voice say on the other side, formal, but warm. He smiled.
“So you saw the news this morning.”
“It's a new era for my company. I have only you to thank,” he said. Cobb paused, watching Phillipa show her brother her drawing, hearing James call it ugly. Phillipa moaned loudly, storming off, and Cobb couldn't be happier that these were his children and this was his life.
“No. Thank you, Saito.”
There was a house in Barcelona. It had white shutters, way too many bedrooms, and a pool. And it was all Yusuf's. It started when he and Ariadne started becoming friends, and she went on and on about how Arthur had a home in Venice and Eames had a home in Buenos Aires. Suddenly, he was looking at homes online, and then, after the considerably large paycheck he got from the inception job, he was negotiating the price and saying 'Deal'. Ari was ecstatic when he asked her to stay for a while.
When Ariadne walked in, her first words were, “Holy crap, it's huge!” He'd been pleased, showing her around. The kitchen was his favorite. Cooking was like science; you could follow a recipe, or you could mess around with it for a different, new kind of product. You got out what you put in, and Yusuf put a lot of effort in dinner that night, offering a delighted Ariadne a variety of seafood and booze. They got drunk and kicked their shoes off, sitting on the balcony overlooking his pool.
Ariadne sighed. “Do you ever think about how much inception changed all of us?”
“I do, of course. It's changed you a great deal, no? I heard you were taking a job next month in Beijing,” he said as he tossed back the rest of his wine like a champ. “What happened to school?”
“School can wait. Opportunity and adventure won't,” she told him, her cheeks rosy.
“I don't know if that's wise or foolish,” he said with a sigh. Sometimes, he worried Ariadne was getting too serious too fast.
“I don't know either.” She paused, then burst into giggles, pointing at him. “You have shrimp in your hair.”
Maybe he didn't have to worry that hard. He sighed, enjoying his new spoils, his new life. His new opportunities and adventures.
Arthur woke every morning except Sunday exactly at six o'clock. After a quick breakfast of oatmeal, he dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and went outside to run. He ran no matter where he went, no matter where he was in the world. The pounding of his feet, his steady breathing, centered him in a way. He jogged until he started to feel himself getting tired. And then he would find a long stretch of road and take off at a sprint, his heart pounding in his ears. When he was good and panting, the adrenaline kicking, he let himself lean over and just breathe.
By the time he got back, it was Eames time.
He took a quick shower, then checked his phone. Yep, there was a text message from Eames: caught in net at dock. pls send help. He shook his head and threw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt (probably Eames' since it was huge on him), and a jacket, and started walking to the dock at the lake near the vacation home they were staying at. Every day, Eames was up to something. And every day, he pulled Arthur into whatever he was doing.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he bent down, trying to untie the net from around a floating Eames' foot. He was soaked from head to toe, shivering a bit.
“I'm drowning.”
He stifled a laugh. “No, what were you doing?”
“I was trying to catch lunch.”
“Naturally. Since you're an experienced fisherman,” he teased him. He finally got his foot released, and Eames swam to the dock, pulling himself out and flopping onto it, his toes wiggling in his shoes.
“I'm a fucking terrible fisherman; is that what you want to hear, Arthur?” he grumbled. Arthur smiled, holding out a hand and pulling him up before setting his jacket around his shoulders.
“Yes. Now let's go buy lunch,” he said, and Eames complained the whole way, but he ate every last oyster put in front of him at home. Eames had softened Arthur considerably. But his antics, this ridiculous, ridiculous new life with Eames was his now.
For better or worse, inception had changed them all.
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