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wee Inception ficlet, Ariadne, spoiling the ending, pg, 150 words
This is my personal canon.
On a cliff above the farmhouse (no one knew how a cliff got there, and no one really cared), two figures stood.
"It didn't work," Ariadne murmured, moving to stand next to Mal.
The other woman was watching the movement of people below. Small enough to be ants. Her gaze was pensive, a deep sadness that had created a chasm far behind them. "No," she agreed quietly.
Ariadne didn't try to put a happier face on things. She touched Mal's shoulder. "We should go. It won't be long before the next train arrives."
Eyes closed, Mal took Ariadne's hand. She had tried so hard, manufactured so much--and in the end, it had all been in vain. Her husband was still trapped in the myriad fantasies his mind had created, unable to move past the very real concept of reality. "I know."
Together, the two women walked off the edge.
-f-
(note: my personal canon also includes lots of femslash, so. ymmv and all that jazz)
On a cliff above the farmhouse (no one knew how a cliff got there, and no one really cared), two figures stood.
"It didn't work," Ariadne murmured, moving to stand next to Mal.
The other woman was watching the movement of people below. Small enough to be ants. Her gaze was pensive, a deep sadness that had created a chasm far behind them. "No," she agreed quietly.
Ariadne didn't try to put a happier face on things. She touched Mal's shoulder. "We should go. It won't be long before the next train arrives."
Eyes closed, Mal took Ariadne's hand. She had tried so hard, manufactured so much--and in the end, it had all been in vain. Her husband was still trapped in the myriad fantasies his mind had created, unable to move past the very real concept of reality. "I know."
Together, the two women walked off the edge.
-f-
(note: my personal canon also includes lots of femslash, so. ymmv and all that jazz)