#inceptionbigbang

“I don’t claim to be a scientist, but I wonder if when we spent all that time together, connected neurally, parts of ourselves were left behind in each other. It sounds too impossible to be true, but as I write this, I am staring at your face in the mirror right now.

Cobb runs a finger over the handwriting that isn’t his, exhaling softly. I hope we find some way to contact each other soon.

斉藤

@inceptionbigbang​

AO3: QueenThayet

It’s here! The reveal date for my first ever Big Bang!

I’m so excited to share this. I’ve been writing like mad over the past six weeks and I accomplished something I’ve never done before: nearly 20k words, fully edited, in two and a half months. 

Thank you to everyone @inceptiversary and @inceptionbigbang (especially @dreaminghigher!) for organising this, @ffc1cb, my lovely artist, and @ladyvaderpixetc, who cheered me on and looked over everything and didn’t mind that I totally dropped the fic I was betaing for her to write this! (sorry, again)

And so:

In June, When Love Became (M, 18k) 

It’s warm and the days are slow and long and golden and Arthur has burnt down a crime empire.

He and the ghost of Mal share a flat in Paris where they’ve hidden away, sharing coffee and space and the tiny bee hotel Mal fell in love with.

Their upstairs neighbour is Eames, a sometimes-art-thief-always-con-man, whose current grift is as a professional ghost hunter.

The apartment is tiny, consisting of a single kitchen-bed-living room that is narrow enough that, if Arthur wants to, he can reach out and touch the front door and the balcony window at the same time. He generally doesn’t though, because Arthur is not one who believes in dwelling on his past riches. And the apartment is perfectly fine, especially when half the people who live in it are mostly incorporeal and have no need of sleep. Or food. Or the bathroom.

Read it on AO3