When the students filtered into the Danger Shop, two things should've been instantly obvious: one, that they were facing a large lake, and two, that their teacher was wearing a helmet and did not look inclined to talk about it ( Read more... )

So Sparkle was out for the night, and it'd been a while since Atton caught up with whatever Anakin was doing (probably being yelled at by children and yelling at other children to make up for it). Seemed like it was the right time for a 'hey, we survived the first week of the new semester' drink ( Read more... )

"...and then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel was just a freight train comin' your way..."

One would know Atton by the trail of Metallica playing in the living room, rather than the quiet sound of his opening the door, or the tossing of a Moobyland bag on the coffee table, or even the flopping onto the sofa, though ( Read more... )

"--I can't believe you couldn't tell Evil McSleeps With Terentateks from 'regular, innocent Force users'!"

"Look, I appreciate you've finally found something to hold over my head for the first time in your life, Atton, but if this one had been easy, it wouldn't have taken you until five minutes before they got to us to figure it out ( Read more... )

( The Nephilim )

"You know, it's a holiday on Earth," Atton said ( Read more... )

The Pyrenees rose majestically out in front of the sun, their peaks still far away despite how far up the mountain they already were. Sunlight glinted off the snow and the rooftops of the traditional Andorran homes that made up the village of Pas de la Casa. Not too far away laid the French border, and yet, the feeling of living in one's own ( Read more... )

It had been a long day.

It had been a very long weekend, actually, so don't mind Atton if he burst into his apartment and started rummaging around for some kolto patches right away. He figured Sparkle was at the party thing anyway, and damn, he had to keep his shields locked up tight not to let the worst of the island slip into his head ( Read more... )

Nightmares weren't exactly rare for Atton, who'd seen his fair share of poodoo - to put it mildly. These, though, these ran hard: memories of blood and pain and death, battering at his mind until the emergency exit clause kicked in and he veered up in bed, sweating and shivering, everything on hyper-alert burning fear adrenaline for an impossible ( Read more... )

Mical had largely left Atton to his own devices this week - which was turning out to be a major mistake. Not that Atton thought of it as such, nor Mical would figure it out any time soon, but his brain had been going for days. Nightmares had kept him from sleeping last night, so he'd been up since about four that morning ( Read more... )