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Tweak says, "but we can't do it here"

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
2011-03-31 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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