Hey guys. So I wrote a whole bunch of stuff...then my computer decided to be a tool. UGH. Wow. So that's life for you! I'm sorry I never update. I wish I had an excuse but I'm busy thats all.
Here we go guys! I was struggling with Arthur's POV and the story line in L.A so I decided to skip ahead a week or two. So yeah, back in Paris. Okay loves you know the drill.
I do not own Inception or JGL... May his brother rest in peace.
"I love Paris in the fall." Ariadne sighed. They walked hand in hand down the streets of Paris. The job was successful and Arthur had been pleased with the team. They took the job seriously and Cobb was proud of Arthur. When he offered the job, there was a hint of doubt in his voice.
Almost as if he was still pondering whether or not it was a good idea. He was worried about Arthur's ability and if he was stable enough to work a job.
Most would be offended but it flattered Arthur. The fact that his role model cared for him like a brother made him happy. His tie flapped in the wind as he brought their intertwined hands to his lips.
"Me too. I'm excited to call this place home." He said as he kissed her hand. She smiled and pressed her head to his arm. Her wavy brown curls cascaded down her back and she wore her pale blue scarf that Arthur had bought for her on their stop at Morocco. They flew to Morocco with Eames for one last goodbye until the next time.
Eames had shown them around his favorite areas including a little shop with scarves. Her favorite was the blue one, hanging form a clothes pin at the top of the tent, with red and purple swirling designs.
Ariadne ran her fingers along the silky fabric. "It's perfect in every way." She said, her eyes skimming the scarf. Arthur had been looking at an orange scarf decorated with outlines of elephants in a dark green when he found her admiring the blue scarf.
Eames came up behind the young architect and peered at the scarf. "Ah! Ada worked hard on this one. Ariadne, you have exquisite taste in scarves." Eames said in a low voice. A small stout woman came out of the tent carrying three scarves. She hung them on the racks along the front of the tent. Eames called out to her in Arabic. She turned to him and grinned. The two embraced and chatted happily. Eames gestured to Ariadne and the scarf she was looking at and Ada beamed. She patted Ariadne on the shoulder and eagerly spoke in a language Ariadne was not familiar with.
"She says it's the perfect choice for a beautiful girl like you." He smiled. Arthur narrowed his eyes at Eames. Eames held his hands up as if he was surrendering. "She said it. I just translated." He said quickly. Ariadne bit her lip. "Can you ask her how much it is?"
Eames nodded and translated for Ada. Ada replied quickly.
"50 American dollars. She's saving to visit her son in Virginia."
Arthur stepped in and smiled. "I'll buy it for you." He said to Ariadne. She looked up at him, eyes wide. "Really?" She asked. He nodded and she wrapped her arms around him. Ada was happy to sell the scarf to the young architect.
"What are you thinking about?" Ariadne asked, snapping Arthur back into reality. Arthur dropped their hands back to their original place. "Morocco. I liked our little trip."
This brought a smile to the young architect's face. "Me too. Although I'm happy I'm back because work was starting to pile up." She stated.
Arthur nodded and gave her hand a squeeze. "What are you going to do after school?" He wondered out loud.
Ariadne chewed on the inside of her cheek and thought for a moment. "Depends on us I guess. If you and I are still together."
Arthur froze in his steps. Why would she doubt their future? "If you and I are still together." He repeated flatly.
Ariadne avoided his eyes. "We have our ups and downs, Arthur. Part of me is still cautious because I know you haven't fully opened up to me." She said quietly.
Arthur dropped Ariadne's hand and inhaled sharply. "Fine. You want me to be open, I'll be open. My old company wants me back so I have an interview on Monday. I'm nervous as hell because-" He cut himself off and lowered his voice. "they kill those who go against the company. Maybe because I'm an asset they'll keep me but I'm not letting my guard down. Ariadne you have to stop this interest in my every thought and my past. I will tell you these things okay? Just give it time. I'm not used to having someone to confide in."
She put her hands on her hips. "I don't want to know your every thought! I am not that nosy!" She argued.
Arthur kissed the top of her head and chuckled. "Arthur." She growled. He leaned down, inches from her lips. "You're nosy dear." He said before pecking her lips.
She pushed him away playfully. "Arthur!" She laughed. He snaked his arm around her waist. "It's the truth." He stated.
Ariadne exhaled and looked up at him seriously. "When were you going to tell me about the interview?" She asked.
"Tonight at dinner." He said. She wrapped her arms around his torso. "We argue too much."
Oddly enough, the point man enjoyed their bickering. Each disagreement brought them closer, it seemed. His stomach churned at the thought of the interview. He needed to do something for Ariadne just in case he didn't return. He glanced down at her.
She looked like a little girl to him sometimes. Sometimes he felt like he shouldn't be holding her or thinking of her with such a great passion.
That's why all of his touches and kisses were so tender. She was like a porcelain doll and he felt like one mistake and she was shattered.
He thought about letting her go sometimes just because he was worried about getting too attached to her. Then of course he'd realize it was too selfish. Now that he had her, it was like another half of himself that he needed to care for.
Yes Ariadne was his other half. Letting her go would be the most foolish thing he could ever do to her.