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[supercilious]

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[falsify]

Ironic, don't you think? A projection warning of getting lost in the dreams?

Don't mistake me for a bleeding heart, dear. I'm not interested in your broken heart or your sweetness.

[malcontentedly]

[ s i g h. ignoring that first part, no matter how it vexes her. ]

I'm not talking about bleeding or broken hearts. I'm talking about both of us getting what we want.

[falsify]

Right, of course. My desire for you to go away and never come back must mean I'm entirely willing to become a collaborator on this sisyphean quest of yours.

[malcontentedly]

Unless there's something you want more than just that. A stronger incentive than just my inaction.

[falsify]

Nothing you can give me.

[malcontentedly]

[ slow your roll there, mister eames. ] My father pioneered dream sharing in certain circles; you know this. He was Dom's mentor in dream space, as well as my own.

Dom won't do it, but I can show you how to go even deeper. How to create, limitlessly and raw and instinctive, without obstacles of any kind.

[falsify]

You know, even a few months ago I might have been interested. I might even have taken you up on that offer.

[Truth be told, even against his better judgement it is tempting. Maybe it helps that he's not an architect-- he can build, sure, but not like them. That kind of space is never going to appeal to him the way it does to them because his canvas isn't the world, it's himself.]

But after seeing what's become of you and your beau?
I think I'd better pass. Not all of us have the luxury of someone as foolishly loyal as Arthur at our sides to cover for us when we lose our minds.

[malcontentedly]

[ disappointing. ] Then I'd suppose the answer is that you'd best stick to your petty thieveries, your forgeries, instead of being able to tackle something greater. Something where the payoff might be beyond what you can imagine.

[falsify]

Greatness doesn't pay my bills. No point approaching greatness when I've got nowhere to sleep, is there.

[malcontentedly]

Quite the lonely life, you lead. Nowhere to sleep; no one to look after your sanity.

[falsify]

[okay well first of all how dare you]

I know someone as co-dependent as you might struggle to understand this, but some people prefer to keep themselves to themselves.

[malcontentedly]

[ kiss kiss darling~ ]

Call it whatever you like, co-dependency or otherwise, to make you feel better about yourself. The truth is that you don't have anyone close to you, do you.

And everyone needs that. Everyone.

[falsify]

Do they? Or are you just too weak to know how to exist on your own?

[malcontentedly]

I'd rather be weak than alone.

[falsify]

Funny that, because I'm very happy with the life I have. Shame you can't say the same, isn't it?

[malcontentedly]

[ seething intensifies. ]

Are you happy, though? You're a lonely thief with a gambling addiction, living from contract to contract. There could be so much more to you.

[falsify]

I'd hardly call it an addiction.

[rude.]

[malcontentedly]

What would you call it, then?

I'll tell you what I deem it to be. Hedonism. You can't help indulging yourself, whether it's a gambling score or a dream heist. You don't live for the future, you live for the here and now and what you want and crave.

[falsify]

[damn she's got him]

So few people truly get to live for the moment. What's so wrong with that?

[malcontentedly]

[ and therein lies the rub. and her point. ]

Nothing. You think I'm going to berate you for it? Only dreamers can understand what that desire is like.

If we did not desire so deeply, how could we call ourselves creators? How could we change the fabric of reality around us? You cannot have imagination without want.

SORRY FOR THE LATE but in my defence she made eames have An Emotion

[falsify]

Of course not. Desire is integral to imagining and dreaming, so of course people like us must have deep reserves of it. Something that fuels and pushes us, makes us need to see what we can achieve.

[His reply comes so easily he's sent it before he gets the chance to remind himself she's not the real thing. He doesn't miss her the way Arthur and Dom do, but still it reminds him a little of rambling conversations after several bottles of wine. About what it means to create, about pushing the limits of the dream.]

[The next one comes after a few moments spent questioning how his life managed to get to this point.]

You're good.

shhh no worries ever. sorry about my lateness!

[malcontentedly]

[ he lies to himself; he misses those conversations more than he'd like to admit. ]

I only tell the truth. [ and that's true insofar as what she perceives to be the truth. ]

Desire, creating, it's in your blood. This is why I know eventually you'll give in to me.

we can be slow together

[falsify]

Oh darling,
you're so presumptuous. I don't know how many different ways I can tell you I'm not like your husband.

the turtlest of turtles~

[malcontentedly]

I think you're more like Dom than you would want to admit to yourself.

[ but comparing them intrigues her anyway. ] Go on then; tell me all the different ways you think you're not him.

[falsify]

Well for starters, I'm not interested in playing your games.