tea

where is the lid?

the lid is right here; it was behind the sofa, really.

years ago in days of old, when magic filled the air
tea
iri_descent
Hm. I'm rather bad at this whole introductory business. Hello there?

I'm Tommy.

This journal will be for Inception fic, seeing as Arthur and Eames have completely overrun my mind. Seriously, I've never before been motivated enough to actually write stuff for a fandom. It is both terrifying and wonderful.

Concrit, feedback or even completely unrelated rambling about nothing in particular are more than welcome. I'm pretty chilled so, yeah, be as honest as you want.

Nothing will be locked, anon commenting is on, IP logging is turned off and I'm not averse to out-of-the-blue friending so no need to ask. I will probably friend you back so hopefully that's okay. However, I am by nature a hermit and rather socially awkward so tend to only emerge sporadically, mostly to post fic and then run away again.

Thanks for stopping by :) 

Fics can also be found at AO3

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the great game (1/1) - dream_holiday fic for recrudescence
panda coffee
iri_descent
title: the great game
pairing: arthur/eames
rating: NC-17
word count: ~5,500
warnings/notes: edging, implied open relationship

Arthur comes apart at the seams like any other human; the trick is that he is singularly skilled at hiding the evidence.Collapse )

lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones (2/2)
nate fick
iri_descent
(part one)


When things fall apart at the seams, they do so capriciously; without consideration or care, inconvenient and disruptive.Collapse )

lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones (1/2)
colbert
iri_descent
title: lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones 
pairing: arthur/eames
rating: R
word count: ~12 300
WARNINGS: prolonged chronic illness (pancreatic cancer) and eventual major character death, suffering

notes: title from fix you by coldplay. de-anoning for this prompt (contains spoilers for ending) at inception_kink . concrit welcome.


Their lives are ones of danger and mind-theft and dreams beyond wildest imagination, not CT scans and grocery shopping and the horrible, mundane inevitability of illness and taxes.Collapse )

you crawled out of the sea, straight into my arms (2/2): reposted
bats
iri_descent
(part one)

They are separated by two decades worth of life experience and knowledge. The distance seems unbridgeable. Collapse )

you crawled out of the sea, straight into my arms (1/2): reposted
bats
iri_descent
title: you crawled out of the sea, straight into my arms
pairing: arthur/eames
rating: R
word count: 6697 (overall)
warnings: character death (in a dream), near drowning, trapped in limbo

notes: title from ‘Crawled Out Of The Sea (Interlude)’ by Laura Marling because I’m unoriginal like that. Written for this prompt at inception_kink

30/07/2011:
Fucking hell. So I somehow managed to delete the entire entry for this fic. Needless to say, I'm pretty fucking upset and angry at myself right now. I should not be allowed to have technology. I'm so, so sorry for any inconvenience caused and for the comments that have been lost. Why am I such an idiot ;__;

As soon as he steps into the room, still in his forge, Eames knows, the same way he knew whilst looking over at Saito’s prone body on that third level all those months ago. He knows, and that is enough. Collapse )

the loneliest man in town (1/1)
thard phone
iri_descent
title: the loneliest man in town (1/1)
pairing: arthur/eames
rating: er, M?
word count: 538
warnings: none.

notes: De-anoning for this prompt at inception_kink. Title from a song of the same name by Mic Christopher.


“If we end this, that’s it. No take backs, no second chances,” Eames is saying, voice throaty from the cigarette, rasping around the vowels. “It’s not the way I work. I’ll walk away and not look back.” Collapse )

sky-blue dreams and blood-orange ice-cream (7/7)
tea
iri_descent
title: sky-blue dreams and blood-orange ice cream (7/7)
rating: R
word count: 1932
pairings: arthur/eames, cobb/mal

summary: Arthur dreams in black and white, Eames dreams in technicolor. They meet in a dream, aged fifteen and eighteen, amidst white snow and black lampposts. This is a story detailing their lives, together and apart, since that day.

note: FINALLY. IT IS DONE. Thank you for bothering to read, even though it has taken me several months to get around to finishing this story, which was my first foray into the glorious world of A/E. I’m sorry it took this long.

Eames' fingers fly to the Dunhill lighter in his pocket and he swallows, throat dry. Because this is not a dream, black and white and just out of his reach. This is reality; living, breathing reality and Eames is suddenly terrified (because what are the chances, what are the chances) and hopeful and so bloody uncertain. Collapse )

sky-blue dreams and blood-orange ice cream (6/7)
prettiness
iri_descent
title: sky-blue dreams and blood-orange ice cream (6/7)
rating: R
word count: 2238
pairings: arthur/eames, cobb/mal

summary: Arthur dreams in black and white, Eames dreams in technicolor. They meet in a dream, aged fifteen and eighteen, amidst white snow and black lampposts. This is a story detailing their lives, together and apart, since that day.

Cobb may have the reputation for being eccentric and overzealous and slightly cracked. But what does it say about Arthur that he would probably follow the man down to the depths of insanity, if that was what was required? Collapse )



sky-blue dreams and blood-orange ice cream (5/7)
tattoo
iri_descent
title: sky-blue dreams and blood-orange ice cream (5/7)
rating: R
word count: 3132
warnings: implied violence, character death
pairing: arthur/eames

summary: Arthur dreams in black and white, Eames dreams in technicolor. They meet in a dream, aged fifteen and eighteen, amidst white snow and black lamp posts. This is a story detailing their lives, together and apart, since that day.

note: Far out, I’ve neglected this story for so bloody long. It’s so close to being done, gah.


Arthur dreams of heat permeating through thin white shirts, black ice cream and careful butterfly kisses being pressed into the curve of his spine. He wakes up gasping and claustrophobic, skin burning with the imprint of smiling lips and two-day stubble.Collapse )




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