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. )

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[ensorceler]

[ She likes it too, and her fingernails lightly tap his lower lip in parting to show her pleasure at his attempt. He does so well, when he simply allows him moments. That's all anybody can expect with happiness... Moments.

It never lasts, she knows this. ]

Ah, then you would be a new man, a new vigilante. One only for me, for Tethys. You need not see, you need only taste and touch and smell and hear. [ And if he's able to have chocolate again and not think of her, best cut off her head now and be done with it. ] The sweet, the salt. The whispering, rushing sound of her currents as she guides you to safety and rest.

[ Both hands pull away, linking behind her, though she is still close, even as she begins to edge around him. Behind him, she leans up on her tiptoes to let her whispers touch his ear. ]

The water is cleansing; baptizing. To borne you anew I dare not name you yet, but your sight I cannot relinquish for you are not ready for the secrets of the deep.

[bumbles]

( Well, he's really never going to be able to think of chocolate or... bodies of water in the same way ever again. Donny turns his head a little, following her presence, though he doesn't move. His eyes are shut, hand still over them, though the other moves, lightly touching her forearm before it falls away.

It takes him a moment to speak. He's not entirely sure if the words are playful this time, or not, and he misses Max, he misses her more than he has words for, but she doesn't want him, in this second it's nice to be playing a ridiculous game, even if he and Anne both know he's a mess, that he has to hide behind masks and names and now, apparently, darkness as well.

It's nice to think about the possibility that he could be someone new, that everything could be washed away. ) Is this you p-possessing me?

( Because this is a very surreal experience. )

[ensorceler]

[ She might chuckle, but there's no answer after that, her whispers fading away just as her steps do, slow and light, until she's gone from the kitchen and sound is truly muffled. Even the way she shuts her door seems to be practiced, as it offers near no sound.

He's been left alone in the kitchen with his chocolate and coffee, and he'll find left alone in the apartment itself. The navy blue blanket she had worn in the kitchen has been draped back over the couch in passing, a continued open invitation should he wish it. But for the night, at least, he has truly been denied sight, because she won't return from her room. ]

[bumbles]

( Anne Boleyn is a truly fascinating person. As she draws away, Donny lets his hand fall away from his eyes, taking a moment and finally leaning against the door frame. What exactly happened this evening?

He really has no idea. What he does know is that he probably shouldn't sleep on her sofa in Atlas' uniform, although he doesn't want to offend her by leaving after she offered, after he managed to offend her in so many different ways already. He retreats to the bathroom, changes, and returns to grab up his coffee and chocolate. Instead of sleeping - he never sleeps well, honestly - he wraps the blanket around his shoulders and fishes his sketchbook from his bag, lets the pencil find its path over the paper.

When he's finished, he slips the drawing under Anne's door - Anne as Tethys, ruling over the water, reflecting the Sun and the moon, dancing with waterlilies in her hair. )