Just something that popped into my head. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading. Inception and its characters do not belong to me. And might I say, what a brilliant movie!
They're sitting on a metal bench, clearly part of something Arthur would dream about. The hotel-neat and modern to a fault- fits his personality perfectly. As do their impeccable suits and hair.
"There goes Mr. Charles," Arthur observes, his eyes following Dom into the bar.
Ariadne looks quizzically at Arthur. "Who is Mr. Charles?"
"It's a gambit designed to turn Fischer against his own subconscious."
"Why don't you like it?"
"Because it involves telling the mark that he's dreaming."
Ariadne looks away from Arthur for a moment and freezes. "Why are they all looking at us?"
Arthur scans their surroundings as he explains in an inconspicuous, calm voice. "Cobb is calling his attention to the strangeness of the dream. His subconscious is looking for the dreamer. Me."
Arthur faces Ariadne again. "Quick, give me a kiss."
She turns to comply without thinking, and they share a brief kiss before separating.
He looks dead ahead; she looks at the projections. "They're still looking," she observes.
"It was worth a shot," Arthur says in an overdone business-like tone, struggling for just a second to keep his composure, still staring straight ahead.
Ariadne smirks, her face angled to the side.
She suspects their kiss would never have worked.
And she suspects he knows that, too.
P.S. to people who are looking for updates on my other stories, my apologies on how long it's been. I promise I'm working on things.
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