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Inception short fic
Aug. 2nd, 2010 11:01 pm(facepalm)
Title: Loaded Totems
Fandom: Inception (2010 film)
Pairings: Cobb's spinning top/Arthur's loaded die, Arthur/Ariadne
Disclaimer: Cobb, Arthur and their totems are not mine, blablahblah.
Warning: Very weird.
Timeframe: After the movie.
"What's in this?" Ariadne asks. The 'this' a very small box that arrived by mail. She turns it over. It's from Cobb, to Arthur.
"Cobb's past." Arthur says as he takes out the item in the box. It's the spinning top Cobb used as his totem.
"He actually thinks about his former teammate more than I thought." Ariadne giggles. Arthur stops her with a kiss. He puts the spinning top in his pocket with his own totem, looks in the mirror to make sure he's looking neat and walks out of the door. He then locks the door and takes Ariadne's hand. It'll be a date at opera house.
The opera is fascinating for... opera lovers, but to the totems, it means nothing. They are just objects. However, if you believe, objects do dream. It's not a dream you can perform extraction or inception on. The only layer it has is the limbo.
In the dream of the totems, the spinning top is a woman. Or the equivalent of a woman. The first person who imprinted an image on it is, after all, Mrs. Cobb. She doesn't look or act exactly like Mal or her projection, thankfully. She looks like a combination of Mr. and Mrs. Cobb, with the handsomeness of both, worry of Dominic and detachment of Mallorie. She leans carelessly against the loaded die and relaxed.
The loaded die is, following the same logic, a man or the equivalent of. He looks mostly like Arthur, but also looks a little bit like Eames and a tiny bit like Cobb. And a micro bit like Ariadne. He seems to be not very happy that the totem leaning against him is not Ariadne's modified chess piece.
"Come on," the spinning top says to the die, "sit up straighter. You're a very bad pillow."
"I don't think there's a 'straight' to me. Unlike you, my sides all measure the same. You can say that I'm always sitting straight." The die answers.
"Then let's dance." The top suggests, starting to spin.
"I'm not very good at spinning, I'm a loaded die, cubic and uneven in weight distribution." The die says as he tries to stand up and spin. It's hard.
"Here, hold on my hand."
"I'll make you fall."
"You won't. This is a dream. I won't fall. Ever."
Two totems dances on the seashore of Limbo. The waves cheers for them as they spin, and spin, and spin for-ever.
Title: Loaded Totems
Fandom: Inception (2010 film)
Pairings: Cobb's spinning top/Arthur's loaded die, Arthur/Ariadne
Disclaimer: Cobb, Arthur and their totems are not mine, blablahblah.
Warning: Very weird.
Timeframe: After the movie.
"What's in this?" Ariadne asks. The 'this' a very small box that arrived by mail. She turns it over. It's from Cobb, to Arthur.
"Cobb's past." Arthur says as he takes out the item in the box. It's the spinning top Cobb used as his totem.
"He actually thinks about his former teammate more than I thought." Ariadne giggles. Arthur stops her with a kiss. He puts the spinning top in his pocket with his own totem, looks in the mirror to make sure he's looking neat and walks out of the door. He then locks the door and takes Ariadne's hand. It'll be a date at opera house.
The opera is fascinating for... opera lovers, but to the totems, it means nothing. They are just objects. However, if you believe, objects do dream. It's not a dream you can perform extraction or inception on. The only layer it has is the limbo.
In the dream of the totems, the spinning top is a woman. Or the equivalent of a woman. The first person who imprinted an image on it is, after all, Mrs. Cobb. She doesn't look or act exactly like Mal or her projection, thankfully. She looks like a combination of Mr. and Mrs. Cobb, with the handsomeness of both, worry of Dominic and detachment of Mallorie. She leans carelessly against the loaded die and relaxed.
The loaded die is, following the same logic, a man or the equivalent of. He looks mostly like Arthur, but also looks a little bit like Eames and a tiny bit like Cobb. And a micro bit like Ariadne. He seems to be not very happy that the totem leaning against him is not Ariadne's modified chess piece.
"Come on," the spinning top says to the die, "sit up straighter. You're a very bad pillow."
"I don't think there's a 'straight' to me. Unlike you, my sides all measure the same. You can say that I'm always sitting straight." The die answers.
"Then let's dance." The top suggests, starting to spin.
"I'm not very good at spinning, I'm a loaded die, cubic and uneven in weight distribution." The die says as he tries to stand up and spin. It's hard.
"Here, hold on my hand."
"I'll make you fall."
"You won't. This is a dream. I won't fall. Ever."
Two totems dances on the seashore of Limbo. The waves cheers for them as they spin, and spin, and spin for-ever.
