Title: take a breath, take a step, meet me down below
Summary: It's pulling you away from this world, you can feel it. The land around you begins to crumble, and you close your eyes, welcoming the darkness. Then there's a voice, the only voice ever known.
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 458
Author's Note: Limbo fic? Idk really, I just wrote all of this down yesterday and today because I was thinking of stuff and then it just came exploding out of my mind and then on paper. Sorry it's so short, but I thought I could end it there and not delve into other things.
The weather outside feels like the last day of fall—not cold enough for a coat but not warm enough for short sleeves. Jackets suffice today, and the wind sweeps past in dull, lazy gusts.
You can hear the sound of birds in the distance, you can smell an exquisite barbeque from the next house over, around 500 yards away. You can taste the soda on your tongue, when a gift had showed up on your doorstep, and want more. You can feel the grass beneath your bare feet, and can see your beloved husband drive up in front of the house through your tinted sunglasses.
There's a smile on his face as he steps out of the truck and walks over to you, and that ultimately brings a smile to your face as well. You can feel the tightness in your skin as you do so, and know that the crow's feet near your eyes are showing.
You two kiss shortly. It's just a peck, just a hello kiss, a welcome. He leads you toward the house, a hand at the small of your back, and the two of you go to sit out in the backyard.
A dog sits at his feet, the spotted head resting against your husband's leg. The little girl from the other house stands at the fence with her head poking through the rods. Her hands are wrapped around the black paint, and the yellow paisley dress billows out like water.
There are no words spoken. There hasn't been any since you could remember. The little girl stares, he slowly pets the dog's head, and you watch the clouds drift past in the wind. They look gray, heavy with rain that could come down in any second. You don't worry about the rain or getting wet. Water never seems to reach the ground where you live.
The day goes by quick, and soon the girl is gone, the dog is gone, your husband is gone. You don't seem to notice the scene in front of you shifting. What used to be the backyard—green grass, black fence, blue-gray skies—has now become the sea. This is the first thing you can remember, the earliest thing in your memory.
Tall cliffs jut out of the sand behind you. The roaring waves sweep out in front of you. There isn't an access route out of the beach, and you faintly wonder how you got here. It's soon just a nagging thought, though, when you feel a pulling sensation on your chest.
It's pulling you away from this world, you can feel it. The land around you begins to crumble, and you close your eyes, welcoming the darkness. Then there's a voice, the only voice ever known.
It says, "Darling."