Inception Big Bang art: House of paper
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loobeeTitle: House of Paper
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loobeeinthesky
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Eames, Arthur and Ariadne.
Summary: "Getting dragged in by the FBI is not exactly the way Eames had planned on spending the weekend. He's even less amused when it turns out that Arthur's the reason for it. However, he had never been able to say no to this particular pair of doe eyes. And with the mind of a psychopathic serial killer as the playground and the FBI breathing down their necks Arthur and Ariadne really need all the help they can get ..."
EDIT: The wonderfulrei17 has finally started to post the story so head on over to this link here ♥
AN: I feel so sad having to post this without her but I want to thankrei17 for being an absolute delight to work with. For putting up with me mid art block, and for letting me nag her for new chapters when she was having such a stressful time writing. Sadly she didn't find the time to finish for the deadline, but I hope we all get to see what she wrote soon, as I enyoyed what snippets she gave me so much. Thank you so much hun, and I hope I did your story proud. Tried to do something a bit different than I normaly do, so forgive me for experimenting with colours (or lack of)
Cover:
“And just for a job you needed the FBI to drag me here,” he states slowly. “In handcuffs. Seriously? When did it go out of fashion to just give people a fucking call?”
There is a sudden weight on his back. Arthur has latched onto him.
For a moment Eames thinks he’s trying to hold him back, but Arthur is too good at his shit to assume that. He knows how guys look who are ready to attack.
He doesn’t let go though.
So when Arthur turns around he’s not actually surprised there’s a young girl sitting next to him in the passenger seat, competently handling a gun. It’s all kinds of wrong and horrible disturbing nevertheless.
“We wouldn’t want him to think I’m just happy to see him, right?” she says and hides it in the glove box.
“Right.”
His heart beats frantically in his chest. Eames’ face is so close that Arthur can see the tiniest hint of freckles dusted over his nose and the green spots in his grey eyes. Eames’ breath ghosts softly over his lips and Arthur shudders. His breath catches in his throat.
None of his earlier projections of Eames ever …
A hand seizes her wrist and she screams.
It’s a pale, white, tiny hand, but the pink nails are digging in her tender flesh and it hurts, God damnit, it hurts.
Arthur sits on the ground, back to the wall. His head is lowered and he looks pale and almost boneless, like a ragdoll that’s slumped on the ground after somebody threw it carelessly against the wall. His shirt is bloodstained and Eames’ heart skips a forceful beat.
Artist:
loobeeinthesky Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Eames, Arthur and Ariadne.
Summary: "Getting dragged in by the FBI is not exactly the way Eames had planned on spending the weekend. He's even less amused when it turns out that Arthur's the reason for it. However, he had never been able to say no to this particular pair of doe eyes. And with the mind of a psychopathic serial killer as the playground and the FBI breathing down their necks Arthur and Ariadne really need all the help they can get ..."
EDIT: The wonderful
rei17 has finally started to post the story so head on over to this link here ♥ AN: I feel so sad having to post this without her but I want to thank
rei17 for being an absolute delight to work with. For putting up with me mid art block, and for letting me nag her for new chapters when she was having such a stressful time writing. Sadly she didn't find the time to finish for the deadline, but I hope we all get to see what she wrote soon, as I enyoyed what snippets she gave me so much. Thank you so much hun, and I hope I did your story proud. Tried to do something a bit different than I normaly do, so forgive me for experimenting with colours (or lack of) Cover:
“And just for a job you needed the FBI to drag me here,” he states slowly. “In handcuffs. Seriously? When did it go out of fashion to just give people a fucking call?”
There is a sudden weight on his back. Arthur has latched onto him.
For a moment Eames thinks he’s trying to hold him back, but Arthur is too good at his shit to assume that. He knows how guys look who are ready to attack.
He doesn’t let go though.
So when Arthur turns around he’s not actually surprised there’s a young girl sitting next to him in the passenger seat, competently handling a gun. It’s all kinds of wrong and horrible disturbing nevertheless.
“We wouldn’t want him to think I’m just happy to see him, right?” she says and hides it in the glove box.
“Right.”
His heart beats frantically in his chest. Eames’ face is so close that Arthur can see the tiniest hint of freckles dusted over his nose and the green spots in his grey eyes. Eames’ breath ghosts softly over his lips and Arthur shudders. His breath catches in his throat.
None of his earlier projections of Eames ever …
A hand seizes her wrist and she screams.
It’s a pale, white, tiny hand, but the pink nails are digging in her tender flesh and it hurts, God damnit, it hurts.
Arthur sits on the ground, back to the wall. His head is lowered and he looks pale and almost boneless, like a ragdoll that’s slumped on the ground after somebody threw it carelessly against the wall. His shirt is bloodstained and Eames’ heart skips a forceful beat.
