beneath the stars came falling on our heads

[bumbles]

Date & Time: throughout September.
Location: various.
Characters: Donny Casey/Atlas and assorted unfortunate souls.
Summary: Going to be throwing individuals starters in, but slam me a pm or grab me on plurk if you would like a thread sometime during the month! c:
Warnings: I will add these as necessary!

( Donny's actually feeling pretty good about this month.


But we all know that's going to go up in flames so let's prepare the popcorn. And here is a sly link to his appearance page in case you need to know what Atlas' uniform is like, ohoho. )

Comments

[bumbles]

Yeah. Um-- trees w-were sacred? And uh, symbolised stuff.

( "stuff." Oh, Donny. )

Like a uh, a link, b-between our w-world, and the n-next. And like--

( God, he is so bad at explaining, and he gets it all muddled around, but he's tracing the tattoo. ) T-trees symbolized everything. Renewal and life and-- shelter?

( He's been talking too much. And he's a little embarrassed, fingers closing around his wrist. )

[quackery]

Mm.

[The noise is thoughtful, and her expression is the same as she stays silent for a moment or two.]

Do you believe in it, or do you just think it's an interesting point of view?

[bumbles]

( Being interested in this stuff, trying to read about it and all-- hadn't made his time at school any easier. A couple of people made fun of it, Phoebe was brutal about it.

The look he gives her is sort of nervous, hesitant, and he licks his lips before dragging at them with his teeth, trying to work out whether he should be honest or just keep his mouth shut. )

Um. ( Well. ) I um, I n-need to-- to l-learn um, learn m-more about it. My p-parents are C-Catholic um, so.

[quackery]

[There's nothing but curiosity here; no judgment, no bias.]

Have you been to the library here before? I bet they'd have something about it! What are your parents like?

[bumbles]

( A little nod, though he tilts his head. )

They aren't um, there's a l-lot of-- ideas? B-but n-not much is um, known for sure.

( But he isn't quite sure what to say about his parents, because every time he thinks of them, remembers them, there are nightmares that crawl their way up his spine, more visceral and real than actual memories, and he has to try and pick his way through them to find the truth. )

Smart.

( That's true. They're both really smart. ) W-what about um, yours?

[quackery]

Well, they sound like really interesting ideas! It's too bad nobody knows a lot about it.

Oh, they're smart? What do they do for a living?

[And she pauses, looking back down at the supplies, a bit hesitant.]

Oh, um, I don't - have any.

[It's said quickly, skimming over the subject as fast as she can. There's a note of apology in her voice; she's found that she's always met with sympathy or pity when she brings this up, and she hadn't meant to say something that would bring such a response.]

[bumbles]

( He pauses a little, and frowns. ) I g-guess, uh. I m-mean, um, people-- p-people here are from d-different times, and stuff?

( So maybe they'd know, understand. Maybe he could ask Morgana. Even if they're from different worlds, if it's not exactly the same with how it would have been in his world... he's about to get lost in a tangent of thoughts tumbling after one another when her words snapping him back to reality.

There's something crestfallen in his expression. ) W-what?

( His parents terrify him, his family can be awful, but-- it's still family. )

[quackery]

[She forces her voice to sound casual, trying to demonstrate how totally and completely fine this is. Her body language betrays her, though; there's a tenseness, a nervous air that hadn't been there a moment ago.]

Oh, they're just not around. I don't really remember what happened. But, hey, I can't complain or anything! I've got really amazing friends. I'm lucky.

[bumbles]

( Tenseness is something he recognizes, has an intimate relationship with. Donny's head is tilted, that sort of lost puppy expression that he has so often, as he takes a few moments to just watch her. )

It, um, it's o-okay if you um, if you d-don't want to uh, to t-talk about it?

( But, this is important, too: ) It's um-- don't w-worry about n-not complaining. You c-can uh, you can have a lot of g-good stuff and still be sad.

[quackery]

No, it's not that! It's just that it really is fine.

[She nods, avoiding eye contact still.]

Thank you. But I'm not sad.

[bumbles]

Oh.

( .... Oh. Well, he's a little embarrassed. )

That's uh, g-- g-good.

( Earth pls swallow him now, too much presumption)

[quackery]

[Two really socially awkward people walk into a clinic...

There's no punchline, they're just both really awkward.]

Yeah. Um, it was good if you to make sure, though! Nice to ask and all that. So thank you.