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Ariadne (redscarves) wrote in makebelievelog,

When Arthur had left for the second time, Ariadne had told Eames that she wouldn't mind if Arthur returned and the two were off dating and all of that again, so long as she didn't get third-wheel feelings again. Unfortunately, that was what had happened; the feelings hadn't come from the two dating, though. Far from it. They had come from two out of three friends having a closeness between them. Because of that bond, the subject and focus of the group's social dynamic usually shifted toward one caring, expressing concern, wonder, or some other aspect about the other. If things happened outside of the normal routine, they tended focus on each other and Ariadne was left on the sidelines, acting as a guide and giving advice, which left something wanting in her life; she was making an active choice to try removing herself from that sort of a role.

It made her immeasurably happy that they were doing well with their relationship, but she still needed platonic reassurances she mattered to both of them aside from the occasional appreciatory word or gift spread out between months.

"If all the world is a stage and we're merely players -" Perhaps it was fueled by Ariadne's watching of The Holiday a night back, when stopped over at her future apartment to shower (her coworker/friend had been more than understanding), but it was the best way she could think to summarize her feelings. "Well. I've felt like set dressing lately."

"Don't take this wrong, Eames. I know we talked before-” Ariadne shook her head, not wanting to fixate on how long ago that was, "We talked about my problems with my needing to feel like I mattered. Tortuga was a grand distraction, but I still need to feel like I matter. I can't let myself be immersed in your, Arthur, and Danny's life and not have a life of my own where I'm as much a 'lead character' and get to be part of the title. I'd like to move forward from here. I’ll still be around, just a call or text away. It would just be at separate residences."

Ariadne made the cup in her own hands vanish, then took the offered hand to help her up. Once standing, she tucked her hands into her jean pockets. "A tour would be great. Where - is here, exactly?"