Title: It's worth trying
Warnings: Spoilers of the film, obviously.
Characters: Arthur / Ariadne
Summary:
A week is a week. But when you pass in a dream, locked in a cave trying not to kill you that time is as if they amplify percent.
Notes: A fic located in that week that the team has to stay in this first level of sleep while awake or not on the plane.
wrote this fic for weeks but I liked it too. I've refined since then and although it remains
worth trying
7 days. 168 hours. 10080 minutes. 604800 seconds. A week is a week. But when you pass in a dream, locked in a cave trying not to kill you that time is as if they amplify percent. Ariadne
When he woke up in the van, Arthur was on his side with an oxygen tank to help her out. The others had gone. "Every man for himself" Words of Cobb. Having spent the first night in silence thinking about Cobb and others and how they go, Ariadne sighed. I had been thinking of them longer than they haddedicated to his mother in his life. And there were still 6 more days like that before passing the narcotic effect, the plane landed and could wake up and follow each with their lives. And while Arthur was delightful company when you do not need sleep, eat or even go to the bathroom, minutes are eternal. And Arthur was not the most talkative person in the world when there was nothing to say. The small talk was not for him.
Ariadne was sitting at the entrance of the tunnel they had found a few hours after the crash near the bridge where the truck had fallen. If "found" you understand that, tired of searching, had created when Arthur was not looking. The sun shone on the river and the rain splashed the cara. God was good ... It was the first time I stopped to see what he had created. Surely it would not be perfect, but was hers and it was beautiful. As in love, where perfection exists only in the eyes of a friend. Or when a mother holds her child and she thinks the most beautiful in the world. Arthur's footsteps after she was plucked out of their "deep" and narcissistic thoughts.
- It's beautiful.
- Thanks .- Arthur laughed sitting down beside him .- I know. It is not normal to give thanks when you admire a landscape.
- But it's yours. You can feel proud of it ...
- Yes, I guess so ...
After a couple of minutes of silence, Arthur stood up and unbuttoned his vest. Then he took off his tie and shoes. The belt and socks.
- What are you doing? - Ariadne asked obliged to look away for education when he started off his shirt.
- I go swimming. The river is deep enough to throw up and the current head is not very fast. In addition, we are not much height you coming?
- If it's raining! Besides, I like the water ... - Arthur raised his eyebrows .- Well, I do not like dive headlong into unknown rivers.
Arthur laughed.
- but not unknown. It's yours. Furthermore, what does it matter if it is raining as I'm going to get wet? - Ariadne shook his head .- Whatever. Indeed, if the water is cold, you'll be the guilty .- said removing his pants and jumping on its head. Ariadne smiled and laughed more enthusiastically when he heardArthur scream from the water "is cold! I'll kill you! "It was really easy to fall a few degrees the temperature of a river.
The day was much more entertaining and fun than the night before. Arthur was trying to distract and entertain. Not heard from seeking out, advantages of not being who dreamed and for some reason, the rain was now just a few drops, so he ventured to walk around the sandy shore at dusk and made a fishing contest with a makeshift cane by Arthur who won Ariadne. Of course Arthur accused her of cheating and of course was right, but smiled and Ariadne Arthur liked his smile. You are contagious. Found that the evening was the finest moment of the day when the sunbe placed and lit the sky and water with orange light.
- Wow ... It was so long that I stopped to see a sunset that I had forgotten how beautiful they were. Ariadne
smiled. She also.
That night, instead of spending it in silence and worried, was spent talking. They talked about everything. Arthur how he ended up working with Cobb. From what Ariadne knew when he connected to his dream. Of them, their ages, their childhoods, their tastes, interests, views on everything. Even politics and religion. Ariadne was surprised to discover how similar they were despite seeming so different and they knew it, the sun had risen.
- I prepare breakfast, but I guess you're not hungry. I also believe that sand have run out of cereals .- Ariadne smiled .- We turn? I would challenge a sandcastle contest challenge but an architect would be stupid. Arthur
smile held out his hand to help her down. Again that damn smile.
...
After three days you get bored of doing the same thing. Talks are over and even hate that face you see 24 hours a day. Or so they say. Ariadne no. I loved walking along the beach with Arthur, fishing with him, swimming with him. There was always a new conversation or do not return an old one. No matter.
the fifth day, Ariadne became exhausted their shelter. It was dark and he wanted very much sleep. She missed so very much less ... But I could not. Still, she leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. Arthur heard the footsteps, the rustle of her clothes. He felt as he sat beside her and knew she had closed her eyes without even looking at him. He jumped a bit when he noticed that held his hand, lacing his fingers with it but then it felt like the most natural thing in the world and put her head on his shoulder, snuggling. Just seconds later, Arthur rested her cheek on her head and remained all night, feigning sleep. Ariadne
knew it was daytime but would not open his eyes and spoil the moment by far that has lasted. He had not been so comfortable in her life and wanted to remain so for the rest of the week.
- is missing. Something assimple as eating or sleeping.
not be startled to hear the voice of Arthur. I was so used to hear that jump would have been so stupid as to do to hear his own voice. Arthur stood up and released her hand - who protested in pain having to change position - to put his arm around her shoulders. After a single second of hesitation, Ariadne spent his free hand around the waist of Arthur. Suddenly, he kissed her head.
- There are a couple of days and all over. Return to France, to your studies and your friends and we will leave your life forever. Ariadne
opened his eyes suddenly and looked up to face him.
- you walk out? What if I do not want to come out of my life?
I dropped suddenly, without more.What took days meaning. Arthur did not want to leave his life, he knew that Ariadne did what seemed forever. Suddenly, he intimidated. Arthur was so serious, so disheveled after many days of rain and swimming in the river, so hopelessly handsome. Noted as the distance shortened a few inches so the shortened Ariadne some more and closed his eyes, waiting for a kiss that never came. He opened his eyes again. Arthur is not looked down, but said nothing. Needless I was doing.
- Cobb and we are not evil, you know?
not repeat their mistakes - I know. Yet ...
Ariadne suddenly felt as if he had turned his seat on the plane or if they had gone through a huge turmoil. The problem was not the case, but ecall. Yes he wanted out of life. Separated from him and dropped the hand with which he embraced.
- I understand. Sorry. I ...
- No, do not understand. You have a life out there. A real-life responsibilities, real people and elections and ...
- You're real and I'm quite sure that in "real life" you choose you too. Listen, I know it will not be easy, that life is hard, but worth a try, right?
Arthur smiled. There it was again that damn smile. This time, Ariadne did not wait for Arthur decides to kiss her. It was she who shortened the distance between them cursed and tortured for days that. It was not anything like her first kiss. For a moment they forgot they had every time dthe world and kisses and caresses became more urgent by the second. Clothes are clothes mingled on the floor ...
say that when you dream something nice, you always wake up in the best. Ariadne suddenly woke heart pounding. A flight attendant approached him quickly removing the serum from the arm and asking how he felt. Arthur noticed move in the back seat. He turned to smile but could not help laughing when he saw trying to cross the legs and cover with a blanket for the flight attendant did not "notice" what had been dreaming. Smiled. Ariadne was beginning to think he did it on purpose.
- Did you sleep well? - Asked leaning forward.
- Cool. I had a dream fabuloso.
- Yes? Have you dreamed of angels?
- Best. Contigo .- whispered.
