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fandomtownies2014-03-31 02:08 pm
suitably_heroic) wrote in fandomtownies2014-03-31 02:08 pm
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The Perk, Monday Morning
When Atton'd snapped out of it on Saturday, he'd gone out. Out to Baltimore. On Sunday he'd woken up in DC. On Monday... well, it'd been a trip getting back here.
But now he was back, tearing through a couple of cups of coffee while the baristas ignored him. Which was fine with him; he'd gotten laid this weekend, but he hadn't really been into it. With so much poodoo flying through his brain, he wasn't going to bother trying again until he got back to himself some more.
Except that wasn't true, was it? Oh, he was sure there were plenty of sob stories on the island - people snapping out of happy selves or sad selves or whatever. His wasn't one of them. It was a different kind of difficult, because that Jaq wasn't very far from this Atton. Space, the way she had yanked him out of it, that was a once in a million selves operation. The rest of him probably were just like that, prowling in the shadows and waiting for Jedi to pick off and bleed. Probably broken into pieces and put right down to order with the rest of the more pretentious Dark Jedi roaming around.
He'd left on Saturday not because he was upset, but because he wanted to protect people. Okay, that was a lie, too: because he wanted to protect his own life here. Nobody was going to let him stay if he shielded himself from the Force some day and wandered up to Anakin Skywalker's office and lobbed a grenade inside and watched it blow. But Saturday's self might've approved.
Sunday's self probably would've, too, he just wouldn't have liked the aftermath.
He wasn't sure about Monday's self yet. He'd figure out after the next cup of coffee.
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But now he was back, tearing through a couple of cups of coffee while the baristas ignored him. Which was fine with him; he'd gotten laid this weekend, but he hadn't really been into it. With so much poodoo flying through his brain, he wasn't going to bother trying again until he got back to himself some more.
Except that wasn't true, was it? Oh, he was sure there were plenty of sob stories on the island - people snapping out of happy selves or sad selves or whatever. His wasn't one of them. It was a different kind of difficult, because that Jaq wasn't very far from this Atton. Space, the way she had yanked him out of it, that was a once in a million selves operation. The rest of him probably were just like that, prowling in the shadows and waiting for Jedi to pick off and bleed. Probably broken into pieces and put right down to order with the rest of the more pretentious Dark Jedi roaming around.
He'd left on Saturday not because he was upset, but because he wanted to protect people. Okay, that was a lie, too: because he wanted to protect his own life here. Nobody was going to let him stay if he shielded himself from the Force some day and wandered up to Anakin Skywalker's office and lobbed a grenade inside and watched it blow. But Saturday's self might've approved.
Sunday's self probably would've, too, he just wouldn't have liked the aftermath.
He wasn't sure about Monday's self yet. He'd figure out after the next cup of coffee.
[[ open! ]]
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Drinking. Soon.
Sia was not one for repression, but the past few weeks warranted it.
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Sure, Atton texted back. I can even do tonight, if you ask nicely.
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That was probably new, too.
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