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Tweak says, "Jane, stop this crazy thing!!!"

ariadne (labyrinthine) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-03-27 20:34:00

Entry tags:

!@event, !closed, ariadne, arthur, eames

Who: Ariadne, Arthur and Eames
What: A little bit of what Ariadne's been up to in the past few days, and finding out whether these new powers follow everyone into dreams.
Where: The Dreaming
When: Sunday evening
Rating/Status: Probably PG-13 for language, closed/incomplete

The sky was opalescent and the trees were shaded a delicate mauve, their silvery trunks bending lightly in the breeze over a hill of lavender-green grass. Ahead, a collection of spires rose out of the water, their reflections seeming to defy the eye's ability to comprehend them. Were they a single unit or did they merely rotate around each other? Were they made of glass, or ice, or impossible towers of water rising and holding themselves above the pool?

A hint of tuberose was in the air, and the ozonic spark of a storm coming. A flock of birds with too many wings flew past, their calls musical and resonant like oboes. The spires thrummed deeply with the noise, echoing it back as if a bassoon had caught the melody of the birds' cries and repeated it in its own register.

Ariadne's voice floated over the hillside. "I know it's a bit eighties-fantasy-novel-cover, but I wanted to get that sky right, and the rest of it seemed to follow." She couldn't be seen but her voice sounded as if it was coming from nearby.

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labyrinthine
2011-03-30 12:34 am UTC (link)

Ariadne sank slowly to stand on flat feet, looking at the pair of them. How could she have missed how obviously uncomfortable they were?

"You don't like it," she said flatly, the chiming of the spires dying away slowly and the light settling to a dull wash. The spires themselves began to evaporate into the air and the water soaked into the lakebed, the dry earth looking normal other than a slight tinge of purple. "Do you want to wake up now?"

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	the_pointman 2011-03-30 01:12 am UTC (link)
	Eames' words even stung Arthur. Enough so that Arthur's hand squeezed in the forger's. "Eames.." The corners of Arthur's mouth drew down, "It's...it's not that we don't like it. There are just a few, well, variables that are off." His jaw tightened as he continued, "And I can't go back right now. I'm a little...worked up." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dream_bigger
2011-03-30 01:26 am UTC (link)

"Personally speaking, I don't like much of anything at the moment. And I don't want to wake up. If I wake up, I'll need to... I don't want to wake up," Eames said, then held his free hand out towards Ariadne. "Come here, sweetheart."

He frowned when she approached, but wouldn't take his hand, so he settled for cupping her cheek instead. "Aesthetically speaking, this place is beautiful, I promise you. But I am trying to deal with so much shit up top, I just... I can't. Not right now. I just want to spend time with the both of you and enjoy not wanting to tear you both to shreds."

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labyrinthine
2011-03-30 01:56 am UTC (link)

Ariadne nodded and tried not to look as crestfallen as she felt. She'd wanted to show them what she could do and it had all been spoiled, somehow, and she couldn't help but feel like it was her fault from when she'd bounded out in fox-form and interrupted them. "Then we'll stay," she said, glancing from Eames to Arthur and then turning away.

As she turned the hillside was covered with new grass in a more natural green, dotted with actual lavendar plants here and there. The trees grew more realistic as well and the sky darkened to the particular shade of deep blue that appeared just as the sun slipped under the horizon. Ariadne walked back to the nearest tree and swung herself up to sit on its lowest branch, feet dangling.

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	the_pointman 2011-03-30 11:53 am UTC (link)
	Arthur gave Eames' hand one final squeeze before walking over near Ariadne, sitting down on the ground with his feet out in front of him. His hair had started to loosen around his face and the task of getting it to stick back up didn't seem as daunting as wanting to try and bring balance back to all the things that were very wrong. [ooc: DONT' WANNA GO TO WORK] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dream_bigger
2011-03-30 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Eames didn't follow straight away. He stood and watched as the dream shifted, then walked carefully towards the nearest clump of lavender. His mother had always insisted on having planters of the stuff on their patio, and he always associated the scent with being relaxed and being at home. Brushing his hand over the clump, he breathed in deeply and smiled slightly at the sense memory. Thank fuck something still worked.

He picked a couple of sprigs and then walked back over to where the other two were sitting. Twirling one stem between his thumb and forefinger, he dropped the other in Arthur's lap and then walked over to stand in front of Ariadne, where she was perched on her branch. Wordlessly, he handed her the lavender before stepping forward so that he was between her legs. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he shut his stupid vampire eyes and just held her close. There were more than enough people pissed off with him topside. He couldn't stand the thought that he'd somehow pissed off his girl as well.

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labyrinthine
2011-03-31 12:11 am UTC (link)

Ariadne leaned forward and kissed the top of Eames's head - it was nice experiencing the height difference from the other side for once - and put her arms round his shoulders. One hand rubbed the back of his neck gently as she calmed down. She hadn't given much thought to what they were going through; she knew Eames was having a tough time with the compulsion to drink blood, and that Arthur was only now settling into his powers. But she'd been so overwhelmed with the joy and the grandeur of what she could do that she'd been more or less ignoring them.

"We'll come back," she told Eames, then looked over at Arthur. "And I'll try to spend a little more time back in reality." Not that it would be easy, when she had all of this power at her fingertips. But she had to try.

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the_pointman
2011-04-01 07:10 am UTC (link)

Every few moments you'd hear a distinct pop from the grass that Arthur was pulling up and ripping down the middle. Odd that taking something apart like this would distract him this much. It worked for him though, keeping his mind clear as much as possible of the things troubling him.

Taking two blades, Arthur began to tie them together as best he could before looking back up at Ariadne, "Please do, I think we already see how addictive this has been for you. Besides, I still need someone back home that I have to clean up after."

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