Re: [Janus/Atticus]
Atticus was currently sitting on the beach below the house. Sitting on a rock, bare feet in the cool sand, he wore denim and a white shirt that boasted long sleeves and buttons undone a quarter way down. Had the sleeves rolled up, and was writing in a leatherbound journal, a lantern casting glow on the pages. Scribbling, really. His own shorthand that he used in his post-grad classes. Was supposed to be there, writing academic papers and teaching his students the value of the five-paragraph essay. Was here instead, sober, with scruff on his cheeks and curls wind tousled. Heard the voice, but didn't recognize it. Looked up. "Over here." Curious. Was curious. Sounded curious.