Atlas | Ατλας (spinningheavens) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-10-16 22:42:00 |
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Current mood: | tired |
Entry tags: | atlas, merope |
Who: Atlas and Merope
What: Happy happy joy joy...OK, maybe not
When: Monday evening
Where: Clearing outside the city
Atlas had weathered the darkness the way he weathered everything else-stoically, with little to nothing given away on his face. He wasn't afraid of the dark on its own, but the things it had whispered in his ears...he just knew that he was never going to hold up the sky again. Never. He'd die first. But he never let Pleione see how it was affecting him.
He slipped out late Monday evening, heading to the clearing in the woods where he saw Asteria sometimes. Looking at the stars, the Seven Sisters and the rest, they helped to clear his head. If only one of them would reappear, it would make his whole year.