toppling: (❝cause i heard it screaming out❞)
( ᴛнᴇ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ ) dominick cobb ([personal profile] toppling) wrote2013-03-01 02:33 am
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ic contact.



[ phone calls - text messages - emails - voicemails ]

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[personal profile] topology 2012-03-02 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. [ His voice is quiet, as if speaking any louder would disturb whatever absence that has settled over this house. (It's not a house, Arthur, it's a tomb, Eames had said once, and Arthur had felt a rage he wasn't quite sure what to do with at the time.) He understands what he meant now, maybe. Something is not dead in this house; something is still dying, decaying and clawing and suffocating, something that has a familiar shape to her eyes and a lilting accent to her voice.

Arthur's eyes quickly take in the man in-front of him. There is a dullness in his eyes and a hollow in his hands and Arthur wonders if this means Cobb has been dreaming, not sleeping. There are worse things than dreaming — the dead do not dream, after all.

Hefting the paper bag in his hands, Arthur tips his chin in a shall we gesture as he makes his way to the kitchen. He sets it on the counter and unpacks slowly but methodically, and Arthur doesn't meet Cobb's eyes when he asks:
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Have you been sleeping?