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suitably_heroicLast night, on a drunken whim, Atton had sent out a message to Sparkle - and then a form to Fandom High. He'd had a feeling he'd regret it in the morning, but the honest truth was he wasn't sure where to go or what to do anymore and at least that night he'd felt some level of commitment to following something through.
The good news was, he didn't regret it in the morning.
The bad news was why.
It was still dark outside when he veered up in bed, a chill striking suddenly deep into his heart. It stayed there, spreading, until he could barely breathe; he hunched forward and gasped out loud. "Nonononononono--"
It was explosive. It was imploding. It leaped straight into his throat and numbed it. His tongue felt like a dead fish in his mouth. "No no no no." He stumbled out of bed and planted his hands against the bulkhead... then threw up all over the floor.
Everything suddenly felt quiet after that.
"No," he mumbled. "No no."
The cold faded, leaving an emptiness in its wake, as if a connection had suddenly snapped and torn a piece of him out of his chest on its way out. He knew which one - he knew it immediately.
He dry-heaved, not because of anything physical this time, but because of the sudden finality of the emotional overload--
"Atton Rand."
He looked up helplessly and caught... no one's eyes. What?
Oh. Right. Visas didn't have any. Atton reached up and rubbed at his mouth instinctively. "Did it--" he managed. "Did she--"
"Yes," Visas said quietly. "I have sensed conflict from our bond for some time." She pursed her lips. "I... I did not realize this would happen now."
"Well, it did," Atton whispered. "Look-- you mind... I don't know."
Neither of them were the hugging and comforting type, he knew that. Maybe it was a legacy of their dark side days, maybe they just weren't like that. He couldn't tell her to get out, either, though. Right now everything felt harsh, and that felt worse.
"I will return later," she said. She vanished from the doorway.
Atton stumbled to his bed and collapsed on his blanket. Was it really crying if there was no one there to see it? Not if you asked him.
[[ nfb etc. this is the last time i will reference that piece of excrement that is drew karpyshyn's 'revan'. ]]
The good news was, he didn't regret it in the morning.
The bad news was why.
It was still dark outside when he veered up in bed, a chill striking suddenly deep into his heart. It stayed there, spreading, until he could barely breathe; he hunched forward and gasped out loud. "Nonononononono--"
It was explosive. It was imploding. It leaped straight into his throat and numbed it. His tongue felt like a dead fish in his mouth. "No no no no." He stumbled out of bed and planted his hands against the bulkhead... then threw up all over the floor.
Everything suddenly felt quiet after that.
"No," he mumbled. "No no."
The cold faded, leaving an emptiness in its wake, as if a connection had suddenly snapped and torn a piece of him out of his chest on its way out. He knew which one - he knew it immediately.
He dry-heaved, not because of anything physical this time, but because of the sudden finality of the emotional overload--
"Atton Rand."
He looked up helplessly and caught... no one's eyes. What?
Oh. Right. Visas didn't have any. Atton reached up and rubbed at his mouth instinctively. "Did it--" he managed. "Did she--"
"Yes," Visas said quietly. "I have sensed conflict from our bond for some time." She pursed her lips. "I... I did not realize this would happen now."
"Well, it did," Atton whispered. "Look-- you mind... I don't know."
Neither of them were the hugging and comforting type, he knew that. Maybe it was a legacy of their dark side days, maybe they just weren't like that. He couldn't tell her to get out, either, though. Right now everything felt harsh, and that felt worse.
"I will return later," she said. She vanished from the doorway.
Atton stumbled to his bed and collapsed on his blanket. Was it really crying if there was no one there to see it? Not if you asked him.
[[ nfb etc. this is the last time i will reference that piece of excrement that is drew karpyshyn's 'revan'. ]]
