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

I LOVE YOU MORE

[bumbles]

( He slips through, surprised that it opened and she's not behind it. The way he stands is totally different, in his uniform - taller, and he realises that a tall man in black and red with gold armour and a mask isn't a good thing for someone suffering nightmares, so he eases it away with one hand, as the closes the door. )

H-hi.

NO ILOVE YOU MORE

[scinlae]

[ she does not rise for him (why should she? she is a queen) simply turning her chair, knife and apple still in hand. there is a tallness to him she notices, a difference from when he is not wearing his mask.

reflexively her fingers tighten around the knife, knuckles turning white with the increased grip. ]

Adonis. [ there is a softness to the name, faint but there. she cannot spare too much, for there truly isn't much left. ] Has something happened?

WE ARE AT AN IMPASSE

[bumbles]

( No. That's-- what Max called him. He was able to hold onto the veneer of Atlas, he needed to be Atlas, because Adonis was too weak. His expression cracks, and he shakes his head, gaze dropping and head bowed.

Morgana had said he'd be forgotten and he'd disappear, all he wishes for now is for that to be true, for himself to be able to disappear. The strings holding him up have been cut - his breath is a painful rasp. He needed to see Morgana, but he doesn't know what to say, can't think why he thought this was a good idea. )

I'm-- ( Sorry. I'm lost, I'm alone. )

INDEED WE ARE!! whatever shall we do

[scinlae]

[ the apple is set down first, the knife she does not let go of. not yet at least. a reassurance, safety net though she knows she has nothing to fear ─ not from him.

after a moment she stands and shakes her head. ]

Nevermind. [ something has happened. she can hear it in his voice, in the look on his face. ] Come, sit.

BATTLE TO THE DEATH

[bumbles]

( Hopelessly, Donny nods and wanders to her, sinking down. )

I thought I c-could-- b-be Atlas. B-bury, uh, bury Adonis. B-but--

( Shrouded in black, with gold armour that's meant to catch light like a glowing ember, like the stone he'd melted down to glow yellow and orange the first time they met. )

W-we can't-- can't d-die here.

( Metaphorically, or is he being literal? )

ONLY ONE CAN SURVIVE

[scinlae]

[ the color reminds her of the color her eyes turn when casting magic, the color morgause's eyes would turn. her chest aches dully. ]

We never can.

[ metaphorically or literally, it doesn't matter. in this case it may as well be both. she understands it all to well. she thought to bury herself, bury the girl she had been before merlin's poison. for a while she had, she had managed it quite well wrapping herself in a cloak of anger and bitterness. but then she came here and gwen tore it from her and the girl she thought was did clawed to the surface.

donny (and sharpe) is to blame also, she thinks, just as much as gwen.

she flexes the fingers of her free hand, reaching for the apple again and cutting a larger piece from it. holding the freshly cut piece out stretched for donny. ]

WHAT IF WE JUST CHAT IT OUT OVER TEA AND BISCUITS?

[bumbles]

( His fingers curl around the piece, gently pulling it away, though he doesn't take a bite, doesn't eat it. Instead he glances up to her, caught between the desire to collapse inward and having to hold himself up because he is Atlas. He's meant to be Atlas. )

You shouldn't.

( Morgana has been hurt, that's obvious. She's suffered, they carry nightmares in their chest that reach up through their throats, brambles forcing their way up. )

You should-- b-be happy.

OH I SUPPOSE SO

[scinlae]

[ You should-- b-be happy.

she laughs shortly, her gaze falling to the apple in her hand. happy. she should be happy? happiness is beyond her now, all left to her now is revenge, a throne she is father away from now than ever. ]

A silly hope.

[ she will never be happy, not until she has what she wants. not until a crown rests on her head and her enemies lay dead at her feet. (yes gwen, even gwen) ]

SPLENDID

[bumbles]

( Donny has been aware of the fact he's a hypocrite for quite some time. It was fine for him to die, but not for Max. Morgana should try to be happy, but he can't. The difference is that he is a lost cause where Max and Morgana have so much potential for life. The only solutions he can find collide with his own death. )

W-why?

( Not challenging her, not yet. He feels too lost for it, but he makes himself look up at her, studying her expression. Part of him is angry with her that now, that even now she is tearing pieces away and acting like it's nothing. That part of him is selfish, though. That part of him wishes that she, or Selene, or someone could tell him something that would make everything stop hurting so much, but that's not their responsibility, and he shouldn't ask, so he just--

He waits. Why can't you be happy? )

[scinlae]

The path to my happiness is lined with corpses, it will lead to a throne and a crown that are mine by right. I cannot reach it before hand, I cannot walk it unless bodies line it. The path to my happiness is a brutal one and I will never be able to reach it here.

[ she says it so plainly, as if she is talking about the fabric of her new dress. too tired perhaps to spin a lie and coat it soft words to please him. more truthful in this moment than she has ever been within this dreadful city. after a moment she looks him in the eye, her own gaze neither hard nor soft, but sharp and piercing.

what will he say to that, she wonders. will he frown and scold her? or wake up to how this woman who so closely resembles his sister is not sweet, not kind, not like he thinks. ]

[bumbles]

( A long silence, but he's just watching her, her body language, trying to piece it together and figure out the why. )

So, w-we-- we fix this p-place so you c-can go home.

( Rather than dismissing what she's saying, the desperation, the lengths she has to go to. He doesn't agree, and he has been the one to pull Max back before, but that doesn't seem to be like the helpful thing to say. You can't do that, it's wrong. What does he even know? )

Will the crown m-make you happy? ( Because that os all that matters. )

[scinlae]

Yes.

[ in truth, she does not know if it will. but she has spent so long desiring it she cannot simply stop. it is hers, she will have it, she will rule and all will be well. magic will have a place within camelot, her people will be able to live in peace rather than fear. ]

It will.

[ and she will have vengeance against all who has wronged her. ]

[bumbles]

( There's a part of him that's terrified. That wonders if this is how Asteria sees the world: as hers, something she should possess by rights. If that is the reason she hurt him, simply because it bought her happiness and because it was her right to do so. He wonders if there is something wrong with him, that he's a possession and that he doesn't grasp the world the same way she does. As if, perhaps, he could be better than what he is.

But this isn't about him, and it's not about Asteria. It's about Morgana and a world he doesn't know. It's about the ways that Selene looked at him that were always so angry and the ways that he wishes he could help Morgana that he couldn't help his sister. It's about helping Morgana and having nothing to do with Selene. )

All right. ( Maybe at least Morgana can be happy, when everything else is falling apart. )

[scinlae]

You are awfully accepting. [ she wonders why, has he grown so attached he chooses to be blind to the severity of her path. to the revenge she desires, to the crown, and all the dead that will litter the path towards it. should she be touched? none show her such devotion these days, save for perhaps agarvaine, but emrys' dragon burnt him to cinders leaving her with only one ally and she fears him just as dead. arthur would have retaken the citadel, she doubts helios survived for long after she fled. ] Perhaps you have lost your mind.