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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[bumbles]

( No, she can't do that, can't hug him, and he's gently taking her arms, curling his fingers against her upper arm and easing her back, shaking his head. His hands slide down her forearms, before he steps back. )

It's o-okay.

( It's his fault, voice so quiet as he gathers up the bags, and he wants to hug her so much but if he does that it'll--

he'll never be able to leave. ) You'll b-be okay.

( He'll go, he'll get out of the way. First he's shoving a couple more things in his bags, hauling them onto his shoulders. Going faster is better, before this can sink in. Desperately, stupidly he wants to kiss her, but he won't. He can't. )

[thephix]

[It's interesting that he has the strength to turn down the hug, but it seems to fit with what she's trying to achieve, so she doesn't push it, just keeps looking kind of sad.]

I didn't want to hurt you.

[Yes she did, but lying is so very easy.]

[bumbles]

I kn-- know.

( She tried to protect him. always did. Right from the beginning. She warned him to keep his distance, for his sake.

She never mentioned her own. Donny nods, but he can't look at her because then she'll see his face, every kind of mask stripped away. As he passes the table, his gaze flickers over the bracelet, fingers flinching over it before he grasps it, fingers curling into his palm. )

You l-looked-- looked out for m-me. Thank you for uh-- ( Nope, he can't get it out. It's impossible. )

[thephix]

[Something in her expression seems to crumple a little, when he grabs the bracelet, like it's still hurting her.]

Please look after yourself, Donny.

[Because she knows he won't, because she should be worried about that and say something.

Maurice, meanwhile, clambers off the bed and trots over to Donny, nosing against his palm and whining softly.]

[bumbles]

Yup.

( Maurice brings him close to cracking-- his shoulders shudder, but he suppresses the sound, chokes on it, before he looks back to Max's bed. Artemisia is slowly stretching, moving after Maurice. Scratching Maurice's ears, he murmurs a quiet, it's okay, buddy before moving to scoop up the cat. )

I'll-- so you d-don't have to, um.

[thephix]

Of course, she's yours.

[It's a gentle reassurance, because it's not about her not having to look after the kitten; Artemisia is Donny's, so he has every right to take her.

Maurice barks unhappily, quietly, and Max says his name, trying to draw him back to her, but he trots after Donny, instead.]

[bumbles]

( Looking at Max is too painful. He bobs his head, cuddling the cat to his chest, though she makes a little brrrr of surprised protest. Her warmth is a comfort, but Maurice is moving after him, now, and he feels like he's letting down someone who he can't even explain this to. Kneeling, Donny scratches Maurice's neck again. ) It's okay. You're uh, you're a g-good-- good d-dog.

( A little pat, a ruffle, and he's standing again. Loaded up with bags, holding a cat, and finally he's looking at Max again. And, honestly? He's no idea what to say. )