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fandomtownies2023-10-30 03:55 pm
suitably_heroic) wrote in fandomtownies2023-10-30 03:55 pm
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Galactica Point, Monday Evening
Last Wednesday, Atton had shown up to Caritas for another round of karaoke, and found-- well, something else. So he'd done the sane thing, gotten out of town, gone back home. It'd been nice, for a while. And then a little maudlin.
That maudlin still clung to him when he'd returned to the island that afternoon, and it didn't seem to want to go anywhere. So he did what he always did: he went for a walk, following the island's coastline, watching the grey water wash gently up and down the beaches, the rocks, crashing against the wall where the island's streets raised themselves far above.
And now he was back here, at Galactica Point, hands in his pockets. Staring out at the mainland, as per usual.
His mind mulling over useless words, trying to find some to fit the mood.
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That maudlin still clung to him when he'd returned to the island that afternoon, and it didn't seem to want to go anywhere. So he did what he always did: he went for a walk, following the island's coastline, watching the grey water wash gently up and down the beaches, the rocks, crashing against the wall where the island's streets raised themselves far above.
And now he was back here, at Galactica Point, hands in his pockets. Staring out at the mainland, as per usual.
His mind mulling over useless words, trying to find some to fit the mood.
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