“Rome suits you well.”
She knew this voice. She heard it before yelling, crying, whispering, laughing, begging… The shiny badges on his heart and the forage cap under his arm were the first things her eyes noticed ; and then, the whole uniform. Why, for God’s sake, was he dressed like that?
It has been 8 months since they saw each other for the last time. 8 months since the Fischer’s job. 8 months since that night in Los Angeles… “I’ve missed you.” he added.
She smiled softly and looked away, feeling his stare on the nape of her bare neck.
awful english is awful, sorry :P
A R T H U R x A R I A D N E
this ficlet is a gift for Ashley, ‘cause she is amazing and i love her!
and so sorry for my awful english :(
Fingers were her working tool: to draw, to create plans, to build models, to be covered by ink… Furthermore, rings brought attention to the fingers and Ariadne used to bite her nails. In these shaking hands, in this tiny box, on this black velvet, shiny silver. No. White gold with an elegant diamond pendant. Oh God! a voice yelled in her brain. Godgodgodgodgodgodgodgod!
“Arthur, what- what is this?”
“A necklace.”
“Yeah but- but what does it mean?”
“I know you don’t like rings, so…” he whispered in a smile, stepping closer to her “… so I couldn’t consciously make my proposal with a ring.”
“Make your- Oh God!”
The smell of warm powder stayed on his hands when they caressed her.
“Come back to reality, Dom…”
Happy Birthday Rhi (just in time!), I hope you will like :D
My mind is the scene of your crime
It’s time to take action…
christmas gifts ✧ for AshleyArthur x Ariadne soviet posters style
christmas gift ✧ for KoreArthur & Ariadne (fanart by me)
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“Really Arthur, I’m fine…” she smiled despite the ache, “It was just a tiny car explosion, it’s nothing. We’ve know worse.”
I should have stopped at the traffic lights. Or turn right before the crossroad. Or just refused to let her come with me. The scene played back in his head over and over again… How has he not been able to suspect this? He was the Point Man, for God’s sake! Carefully, he caught her trembling red fingers in his to kiss them. The taste of her blood started to fill his mouth but he didn’t care.
“I’m too tired to move any part of my body”
She leaned against the open door, chewing her lips. It was their third date. And everybody knows what happens during the third date. Let’s hope I didn’t shave my legs for nothing, she thought.
“Are you sure about that?”
He received military funeral for his years of service, with the typical speech from an unknow general, gun salutes, bagpipes and everything.
How she hated this idea! But that was probably the best for Arthur’s parents, she thought. Who’d like to hear of his son dying in a hotel suite because of an international criminal, suffocating in his own blood? Imagining him dying as a war hero could help them with their grieve… but not with hers.
Ariadne could still feel the red warm liquid on her hands.
oohh the angst :3
10 couples meme (crackship/canon/RPL/slash/anime/whatever in no particular order):
#01 → Joseph Gordon-Levitt & Ellen Page : or Arthur & Ariadne, or Tom & Bliss, or… no, i think that’s all ! i fell in love with their chemistry since the very first duo-interviews and then, INCEPTION! just look at them… perfect match. WIFE & HUSBAND
No cologne, no three piece suit, no slicked back hair, no shiny armor… just scratchs on his face, broken knuckles and stains of blood on his collar. Arthur was as devasted as she was.
“What happened?” he finally asked.
“Nothing. You… you shouldn’t have…”
“Ariadne. You called me. I came. It’s simple.”
Concern and worry in his voice. Why? It was him the runaway, hounded by international bounty hunters, Scotland Yard, Interpol… He seemed so tired, and looking at his hair, it must have been days since his last shower.
“You can stay here tonight if you want”, the young woman added “The couch is comfortable… for what I heard about it.
With his ebony gaze fixed on her, her point-man (because he will always be her point-man) smiled and whispered softly:
“Thank you.”
sorry for my awfull english :/
on our way to tragedy
you’re just a friend.
except for those moments when you simply smile at me and i know i will be able to cut off my head and offer it to you if you ask me to.
“ask of me and i will give you the nations as your inheritance and the ends of the earth as your own possesion”
.psalm 2:8 -9.
500 Days of Bliss
“You what?”
“I like you. But everytime I say that, it ends up in a mess so… forget it okay?”
