Antimony

jibrailis

Language: English

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Publisher: archiveofourown.org

Published: Feb 4, 2012

Words: 54199
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cover art by becca stadtlander

i struggled with this one on and off, but i think that's more to do with my being in a slump than anything wrong with the fic itself. there were actually some glorious passages in here that made me stop and read them like three or four times. my biggest issue was being bored with a lot of the background plot. there wasn't anything wrong with it, per se, but i felt disconnected from the story and the characters a lot of the time. i think this one leaned too heavily into the show side of show don't tell, which i guess is better than the alternative, but for all the scenes where i felt incredibly immersed, there were five more where i was just waiting to get back to the good bits. that said, lots and lots in here that's really beautiful and that i loved a lot.

Ch.: 1
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Relationship: Arthur/Eames (Inception)
Additional Tags: Post-Canon
Fandom: Inception (2010)
Rated: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Annotations:
1219/13/2024 1:03:10

Arthur is a lot like the snow. Not London snow, not the way it is after it’s been run over by cars and filtered through the greying air, but like snow in an Arctic expanse, as wide and as sharp to the eyelids as tattoo needles.


15259/15/2024 1:00:19

Arthur tries to meditate, to increase his powers of concentration for projection manipulation, but Eames can’t see how he has any success when his head is full of so much sound.


17659/15/2024 1:27:17

Fire, and snow — snow falling from the sky, wetting his smoky face when he finally broke through the front door and collapsed in the bushes. Snow fragmented into tiny patterns by the moon, and pain everywhere in Eames’ legs, pain the last monster in the labyrinth yet to be faced. (Some say the last monster is death, but Eames disagrees. Death is the maiden with the spool of string who comes and guides you out, and sleep her lesser cousin).


18499/15/2024 1:36:41

She’s touching him gently on the wrist, over familiar, but what matters is that Arthur lets her. His body language is writing odes to flirtation, and Eames feels a jar of stones empty into his stomach.

tropes: future fic, canon compliant, idiots to lovers, slow burn
keywords: legal dreamshare, past trauma
date: Sep 15, 2024
rating: 3.5
heat: moderate
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Description:

Dreamshare goes legal, Arthur goes corporate, Eames goes and (against his better judgement) falls in love.