"Do you love me?" It's a simple question that only requires a simple answer, yet Cobb's eyes look up at you, his lips peeling from your neck.
"What?" He mutters, returning to your neck, biting it eagerly. He trails his tongue down the hollow of your neck, lips moulding wetly at your skin. He's always avoiding personal questions you direct at him, never wanting to get close to you in that way. You push him back slightly, wriggling free from the counter top your sitting on, your feet returning to the cold laminate.
"What's with you lately?" You ask.
xxx
"So, what would happen if the sun went out?" You ask because your bored, because you hate the silence and because that odd question keeps getting stuck in your head. Like it's been wedged there, waiting for you to speak it aloud.
Robert smiles slightly, turning around and sitting on the grass, folding his legs he purses his lips and bows his head, almost as if he's gone shy.
"You really wanna know?"
"I really wanna know." You concur, bending and splitting the pieces of grass your fidgeting with. He looks up at you, pupils so big his eyes almost look black and skin suddenly an alarmingly translucent pale.
"You die."
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"Am I a substitute for Mal?" You ask him, with an awkward smile . Eames rubes the back of his neck uncomfortably and opens the door to his car, resting his hand on the roof.
"I best be going-"
"Eames."
"Look pet, I don't think so."
He gives you that old smirk he wore when you remember first meeting him, so carefree and ready for the job, now he just wants away from it all, away from all the danger and risk. Eames bites his thumb as if he's pricked it, then cocks his head, arms outstretched and waiting for your petite body to grace them.
You walk over to him reluctantly, hating goodbyes and the emotion that goes with them. He senses your resistance -he always does- yet continues to grab you into an bear hug till your feet leave the ground and he's spinning you in the air. Eames lets go off you softly, hand squeezing your shoulder and the other ruffling your hair. He kisses your forehead, lips soft and warm.
"Remember that I love you. Be safe."
xxx
He's sitting in the distance, peering at the moonlight while the light hits the shadows of his face. He looks awfully lonely and you can't stand it.
"He's not like us, he's dangerous. He'll hurt you."
You look at Robert, he's stopped smiling ever since the rain stopped falling, and this time it isn't any different. He's no longer happy.
"I'm human." You mumble.
"Hmm?"
"You're not," You look up at him, "You're not human."
xxx
"Hello?"
"So, you and Cobb then?"
Your heart immediately stops and you can feel the blood rushing rapidly to your checks. You place yourself onto your cream sofa, curling the phone cord and squeezing it in a tightened fist.
"Arthur?"
"Who else." His voice oozes supremacy. He's annoyed, which is obvious, yet he's trying to keep his voice cool and calm. It's not working.
"What makes you think that-"
"Eames." It's a statement full of resentment. You mentally swear, taking note to be careful with secrets and Eames. They obviously don't go well together.
"And you called because?"
"You're not good for him. He's using you Ariadne, I don't want to see you get hurt. I don't want to see him getting hurt." With that you know he doesn't care about your feelings in this, only Cobb's. Ever the possessive Arthur you think, wanting Cobb to himself.
"You sound Jealous."
You hear him swear distantly, then the sharpness of a dial tone.
xxx
With slight hesitation you stand on the vibrating tracks, gentle tears running softly down your face. You see the train in the distance and want to retreat from the tracks and stay in this place you have created. Then you know you'll be safe and wouldn't need to feel pain. However your legs stay rooted on the metal and you know it's for the best.
"This is goodbye then?"Asks Robert walking over to your side. He's soaking wet although there's not a drop in sight.
"Y- yep." Your voice is hitching and you feel like your losing control, fear grasping you and cutting into you, leaving it's mark. He smiles and wraps his hand around yours, clutching tightly.
You feel better knowing your not in this alone, even if he is just a fading projection.
Now the trains closer and your facing it head on. Tears getting more violent till you tell yourself you cant do it anymore. Till your screaming out loud and shaking.
Robert lets go off your hand and you protest. He stands in front of you, slightly blocking the view of the train.
"C'mere." He says, and wraps his protective arms around you, making sure your head fits perfectly into his chest. The closer the train gets, the more tighter his grip becomes.
It's almost bearable now, knowing that your either going to die painfully or wake up safe.
"Remember that I love you. Be safe." Robert says in perfect sync and tone as you remember Eames saying it.
The bright orange flames of the sun are fading, disappearing into the blackness of the sky.
You feel the impact of the train straight on, crushing and straining your bones till your body can take no more. Ripping you apart.