The Ebon Hawk, Somewhere in Atton's GFFA, Sunday Night

Couple of days now, Atton'd been doing things he had no intention of remembering later. Not bad things. Just stupid things. He woke to a sense of peace in the middle of-- was it a night? A day? He wasn't sure. He woke, that was the thing.

"I should've known you'd come looking for me," he said, staring into the darkness. "Coming to make sure I haven't gone off the deep end? You worry too much, you know that?"

There was silence in the darkness, unless you knew how to listen. He chuckled softly.

"Okay, so it's not that," he said. "Get lonely out there? Is that it?"

He rubbed his forehead. Stretched his limbs. The Ebon Hawk's beds weren't perfect, but they felt like home more than any other place he'd ever slept. It was dark in here, but for the small lights flickering on and off along the sides, but he didn't need the light to see.

"Preoccupied?" he said softly. "Something gnawing on you--?"

Draining me. A voice. At last. Soft, and haunting.

"Aw, no, you're making that up," Atton murmured. "You're not there. You're here. With me." He smiled. Faint, too. Maybe gentle. "Just pick a card, sweetheart."

A smile. An answer. Switch the face of the +5 card...

"And the totals are 6-12."

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