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A Very Cold Planet, Atton's GFFA, Monday
Feb. 17th, 2020 01:05 pm"What is it about old Sith and caves, anyway?" Atton asked. "Why are sources of dark side poison never anywhere nice?"
He pulled himself up onto the ledge, the sharp edges of the rock cutting into his hand. He ignored it.
"You were once reforged like this," the old hag said from well ahead of him. ( You of all people should know the power held by dark places. )
Atton's eyes closed. He rubbed at his eyelids. "Have I mentioned how much I haven't missed being lectured by you?" he said, though the words sounded tired to his own ears, too. For months he'd been fighting the twisting in his stomach - that all-too-familiar feeling of being abandoned by his north star, only to be left fumbling in the emptiness. Now even that was beginning to drain from him.
Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
"Seems like we're getting closer," he said, and continued.
[[ establishy ]]
He pulled himself up onto the ledge, the sharp edges of the rock cutting into his hand. He ignored it.
"You were once reforged like this," the old hag said from well ahead of him. ( You of all people should know the power held by dark places. )
Atton's eyes closed. He rubbed at his eyelids. "Have I mentioned how much I haven't missed being lectured by you?" he said, though the words sounded tired to his own ears, too. For months he'd been fighting the twisting in his stomach - that all-too-familiar feeling of being abandoned by his north star, only to be left fumbling in the emptiness. Now even that was beginning to drain from him.
Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
"Seems like we're getting closer," he said, and continued.
[[ establishy ]]
