Steps of the Jedi Temple, Saturday

[suitably_heroic]

Finally, finally, the last of Gaunt's influence had ebbed out of Atton's system. No more thunder, no more death, nothing but the sky and the sense of billions of lives milling around him. It was nice, a relief, a giant weight off his back: almost as nice as Dxun had been, after he'd led that successful mission into the jungle.

He kind of wanted to chase that line of thought, nail it down. After Dxun, for this short window of time, he'd felt... okay. Like maybe after years of being this poisoned thing, and years of trying to get lost, he was actually capable of being useful. Helping someone good. That his decision to embrace the Force hadn't been the wrong one, and having this awareness in his mind was a boon, not another way to make him vulnerable.

He really wished he could feel exactly that way again. As far as he could tell, though, this feeling - relief - was as close as he was going to get.

He stretched his legs out across the steps. There was a reason the Jedi Temple had been established in the middle of Coruscant, he realized that much now. How much more plugged-in to life could you get, short of Nar Shaddaa? Sitting here, outside on the steps, the sun on his face and all of Coruscant thrumming through his bones, it was like plugging yourself into a live wire. A good one. A living one.

He hadn't bothered texting Sparkle or reminding him of their training sessions or anything. He figured the kid wasn't up for it, anyway. And if Sparks chose to show anyway, then he chose to show, and they'd figure it out from there.

As it stood, he was content sitting on the steps in the sun, a single figure surrounded by marble, and beyond that, the life of Coruscant.

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[myownface]

Sparkle still felt a bit like sick ass, and he really wasn't up for a training session right away, and was apparently taking 'get away from it all' a bit literally by throwing himself into the camping trip this weekend like an idiot. Because bugs and sticks and whatever the hell else that lived in the woods were exactly what he needed in order to help himself feel better.

Still, he was going to text Atton anyway, because shut up, he felt kind of like shit just bailing this weekend, not-quite-up-to-snuff though he might be.

Think my shoes are home to half the sand in Indiana. Armed with hot dogs and beer, gonna throw so many random things into campfire before I escape. Extra training next week?

[suitably_heroic]

Atton cracked one eye open, then the other. He kinda needed both to find his phone and squint at that text message. ...Funny, really. He had never pegged Sparkle for a bugs and sticks kinda guy.

If you promise not to keel over and start wheezing again, he texted back, Because that was pathetic. Don't set fire to the camp.

[myownface]

Sparkle really wasn't a bugs-and-sticks kind of guy. But he was totally a 'will take any shitty excuse to get drunk and wander lost in the woods' sort of guy, and very much an 'enjoys campfires more than is probably smart' sort of guy.

No promises about any of that. I'll totally bring you some sand back as a souvenir though.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton let out a snort.

You know why I like Coruscant? It has no sand. If I wanted sand, I'd fly to Tatooine.

[myownface]

But I have so much to share!

Yeah, super convincing there, Spark.

Maybe I'll stay here, go back to my primitive roots, live off the land with a stick carved into a spear or something. With any luck I won't get eaten by a raccoon.

[suitably_heroic]

Please. In three days your hair product is going to run out and you're going to trip and drop your eyeliner down river. Another day, and you're showing up at someone's doorstep caked in mud and screaming.

Hey, Atton was a city kid, too.

[myownface]

Yeah, but screaming is kinda how I roll anyway.

He'd miss the eyeliner, though. That part seemed important.

I guess I would have to come back to civilization to trade in the pelts I've collected for more hot dogs and beer, at least.

[suitably_heroic]

You could also just stay in civilization, keep selling sex toys, and buy beer and hot dogs with money like normal people, Atton suggested. Besides, imagine how awkward it'd be if you were trying to hunt something and suddenly you turned into a pony.

Because Fandom weirdness did not stay at home, Sparks.

[myownface]

Randomly turning into a pony is not actually a good argument for staying in civilization, you know.

JUST THROWING THAT OUT THERE, ATTON.

He wasn't disagreeing on the rest of it, but he still didn't really have some driving urge to be dissected because suddenly he was a talking green unicorn in the middle of any Earth city that happened to not be completely insane.

[suitably_heroic]

Hey, it was better than being mauled by a bear because you turned into a talking green unicorn in the middle of any Earth woods. At least with the dissection, it'd probably take long enough for people to get to it that you'd turn back.

Pizza is.

Just putting that out there.

Besides, you'd have to miss my inspiring company, since there's no way I'm wandering around some smelly, muddy pile of trees.

[myownface]

... Dammit, you had me at pizza.

And that other part too, sure, but also the pizza.

I could PROBABLY be persuaded to leave the woods for pizza from time to time. And your company too, sure.

[suitably_heroic]

You start talking like that, I'm going to hang a pizza on a stick and hold it in front of whatever craphole you're in right now.

Atton eyed his phone for a while longer.

Okay, he'd been successfully avoiding saying this for like a week now. With Malachor out of his head, and Sparkle several galaxies away so this probably wouldn't get weird, he was kind of out of excuses not to.

So he shot off a second text.

Sorry I didn't figure the whole thing out sooner.

And left.

[myownface]

Oh. Shit. Shit shit shit. Sparkle had been kind of enjoying the whole 'let's never speak of this again' thing that they'd had going for them. It meant that he could pretend to be okay, and Atton could... pretend to... whatever it was Atton needed to pretend, and Sparkle wouldn't have to figure out what the hell he was even supposed to do with an apology.

It took a few minutes before he could manage to figure out what in the world to say back.

It's fine. Nobody died. Gaunt left. Not like anyone else figured it out sooner either.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton wasn't so much pretending anything as just avoiding having conversations he wasn't good at having, full stop. But he figured this was one he should have-- well, not so much have as say the one thing he probably should say. And hey, texting was perfect, because that way he could keep it brief, and he wouldn't have to start bandying around words like 'Malachor' or 'worried' or anything.

Well, next time the island feels like it's dying, I probably shouldn't be going around acting like everything's normal. Anyway, felt like I had to put it out there, that's all.

He couldn't think of a non-sequitur to end that on to close that whole book. Maybe Sparkle had one.

[myownface]

Okay, so next time, don't do that. And next time I won't let myself get blackmailed by some kind of demonic manbaby grifter. And then everything will be fine. Sound good?

Sparkle was working really hard on that non-sequitur thing, Atton, but now he was thinking about it again, and that wasn't any good for this sort of thing, dammit.

[suitably_heroic]

Sounds fine.

He kept on typing-- H-O-W- -A-R-E- -Y-O-U- -H-O-L-D-- and then he deleted that entire part of the sentence. Nope. Not having the spill-to-me-your-feelings conversation. No way.

He sent the 'Sounds fine' instead, and only noticed as the message went flying off that there was still a '. H' attached to the end of the 'sounds fine'.

Well, Sparkle was good at ignoring stuff. A little 'H' wasn't going to trip him up.

[myownface]

Sparkle did in fact notice that H. He spent a few more minutes wondering about where it might have been heading. Maybe it was nothing at all. Maybe Atton's finger slipped.

Maybe.

When are you on the island next? Thursday for class?

Sparkle could ignore it if you weren't going to say it, Atton. This once.

[suitably_heroic]

I don't know yet. Got here a few hours ago, Mical's poking through the giant list of standing missions we have to figure out which ones are the most pressing. And then I get to tell him how wrong he is. Depends on the result of that conversation.

Damn it. Atton kind of felt like he should ask the H-question, now.

[myownface]

Cool. Let me know, I'll make sure there's food.

Sparkle spent a few moments more trying to come up with some stupid comment about vegetables that wouldn't look like he was just going through the motions, but decided against it. Everything he could come up with mostly just looked like he was faking something. At least this way, he seemed a bit more like he just didn't want to bother being clever or something.

Maybe he was distracted in the woods. It was probably all that sand.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton whacked his head (gently) against the steps once or twice. Okay. Fine. Just to chase off the phantom of that H, okay? Stupid typos. Stupid letters. H was mostly silent anyway, wasn't it?

How are you doing?

There. Much more neutral than 'how are you holding up'.

[myownface]

"Fuck."

Maybe he could pretend he didn't know what Atton was actually asking about. That would work, wouldn't it? Sure!

Sleeping in the woods is cold. I should have got something besides hot dogs to eat all weekend. I'm sharing my tent with a GIRL again and there are bugs in the bathroom. I wanna go home.

And the only part of that entire thing that mattered was that last line. For so, so many reasons.

[suitably_heroic]

So the downside of the whole texting thing - for Sparkle, at least - was that Atton couldn't tell how he was feeling about this whole thing from a huge distance. Okay, the kid was clearly dancing around the whole situation, but other than that?

'Not what I'm asking', he typed.

Then he erased it.

Then he typed it again.

Then he erased it again.

Weren't you the one giving me the whole spiel about repressing a few months back?

Moderately better.

[myownface]

Sparkle was marginally tempted to throw his phone into the dunes and maybe never go dig it out again. It'd be a great reason to not reply, right?

Only, Atton was right.

I want to go HOME. And I can't. That's how I'm doing. I want to go to some mythological place where I have always fucking belonged and just be not OKAY for a while, HOME like people always talk about, and that's not how it works. That's how I'm doing.

[suitably_heroic]

Yeah. Yeah, Atton had figured something like that.

He wasn't remotely equipped to be talking to anyone about capital-letter HOME, and he knew it, but he'd pushed, so now he had to deal with it.

Which was what he'd been trying to avoid. Walked into this one with his eyes wide-open. Yep.

Yeah, that one always sucks.

Atton's capital-H HOME had not exactly been idyllic even before it got blown up in a giant ball of Mandalorian violence. ... Figuratively speaking. He was pretty sure the house was still standing.

Not sure the outdoor living is going to be much of a help.

[myownface]

I'm pissed off at the island and can't handle people right now. Bugs seemed like an okay trade-off.

Well, that wasn't completely it. But that was the easiest way to say that he sort of felt like doing a little harmless, temporary running away. Just for a few days. And this had seemed like the easy way out.