A Dream Within A Dream
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Category:
G through L › Inception
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,199
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Inception, Batman Begins, or Tsuki no Koibito, nor any of its characters. I make no money from the fiction.
The Mistake
She needed it. Needed more sleep. But her body wouldn’t shut down; her mind could not rest. In fact, it was lethargic with an overload of sleep that she tried to force to remain. She wished she could hibernate; three months sounded like a lovely interval to her. Cirque shifted again uncomfortably and her back twinged in protest, voicing an argument against its enforced inactivity. She wished she could become old in her bed. Like Rip van Winkle who slept his life away.
Tossing in her bed, she turned and kicked at her blankets until they felt more comfortable against her skin, then she shut her eyes and attempted to bury herself once more in her subconscious mind.
It was there that he awaited her.
Arthur is always prepared.
Such a man, so meticulous, so organised… he could be nothing else. Of course, he could be anything he chose to be, with a record that impeccable. But Arthur had worked with Cobb for so long, and Cobb was always the Extractor, so Arthur plays the point man.
He remembers a time before Cobb was darkened, stained by Mal’s death. A time when Cobb was still radiant with his passion for building and creating. Back then Cobb had still been an Architect, but Arthur had already found his passion.
Perhaps some found it strange that Arthur who was older and more experienced later fell comfortably into playing second fiddle to Cobb’s first. But Arthur’s passion was the sharing of dreams. The intimacy of them; he loved experiencing minds. Falling into their dreams was a brush, a delicate sweep, an imprint. It was the richest, fullest sensory overload imaginable. Of personality. Of soul. And it was as the point man that he had the best opportunity to fully experience that most personal of experiences: the Mind.
The sharing of dreams was his passion, but to be the one saying, ‘Okay, Extractor you have your vision; now I’m going to figure out how to make all the nuts and bolts work so you can do your thing’ was how Arthur melded it to the job. The work satisfied, indeed, showcased his perfectionist and fastidious nature. The clients were satisfied by his perfect professionalism on the job, his teammates were secure in depending on him to gather up all the details. It also allowed him the closest and most intimate relationship with the dreamer. He researched them thoroughly, and then in-mission, he lived their life experiences like air and water, drawing them across his skin, his hands. But he paid for his passion, oh yes, he paid dearly in blood and pain and exhilaration and responsibility. But every moment was delicious. He never felt so alive as he did on the job, and he did it well.
So this time when Cobb slams him up against the van cursing him for his failure to discover that Fischer is a lucid dreamer, his mind protected with military defenses, he feels a crushing guilt.
Arthur knows it was his oversight that cost them, and it is this that keeps him silent against the growing suspicion that Cobb as well, is hiding something that has cost them in this job.
Tossing in her bed, she turned and kicked at her blankets until they felt more comfortable against her skin, then she shut her eyes and attempted to bury herself once more in her subconscious mind.
It was there that he awaited her.
Arthur is always prepared.
Such a man, so meticulous, so organised… he could be nothing else. Of course, he could be anything he chose to be, with a record that impeccable. But Arthur had worked with Cobb for so long, and Cobb was always the Extractor, so Arthur plays the point man.
He remembers a time before Cobb was darkened, stained by Mal’s death. A time when Cobb was still radiant with his passion for building and creating. Back then Cobb had still been an Architect, but Arthur had already found his passion.
Perhaps some found it strange that Arthur who was older and more experienced later fell comfortably into playing second fiddle to Cobb’s first. But Arthur’s passion was the sharing of dreams. The intimacy of them; he loved experiencing minds. Falling into their dreams was a brush, a delicate sweep, an imprint. It was the richest, fullest sensory overload imaginable. Of personality. Of soul. And it was as the point man that he had the best opportunity to fully experience that most personal of experiences: the Mind.
The sharing of dreams was his passion, but to be the one saying, ‘Okay, Extractor you have your vision; now I’m going to figure out how to make all the nuts and bolts work so you can do your thing’ was how Arthur melded it to the job. The work satisfied, indeed, showcased his perfectionist and fastidious nature. The clients were satisfied by his perfect professionalism on the job, his teammates were secure in depending on him to gather up all the details. It also allowed him the closest and most intimate relationship with the dreamer. He researched them thoroughly, and then in-mission, he lived their life experiences like air and water, drawing them across his skin, his hands. But he paid for his passion, oh yes, he paid dearly in blood and pain and exhilaration and responsibility. But every moment was delicious. He never felt so alive as he did on the job, and he did it well.
So this time when Cobb slams him up against the van cursing him for his failure to discover that Fischer is a lucid dreamer, his mind protected with military defenses, he feels a crushing guilt.
Arthur knows it was his oversight that cost them, and it is this that keeps him silent against the growing suspicion that Cobb as well, is hiding something that has cost them in this job.