Atticus Sinclair

33 || A parallel I would lay my life on

[il-predestinato]

Charles Leclerc: "And to be honest, looking at our weekend, I would struggle to think it can get worse than that." 💀 🎥: post race interview (F1TV, 2023 Spanish Grand Prix)

[avadcniels]

PARKS AND RECREATION ⇢ 4x11 | THE COMEBACK KID

You know, Ben, I really think you need to take a step back here. I think getting some perspective would be good. What are you talking about? I have known you a long time. And right now you need help. With my claymaish? With your life.

[addie-pryce]

“I don’t think you’re exaggerating” Della commented, bitting her lip in thought. “That amount of people packed into a small space can be overwhelming for anyone, especially if you were going for a calming night walk.” The girl thew her long braid over her shoulder and stretched her arms over her head, waiting for the pop of her shoulders. “It’ll be nice. It’s right over here.” She replied, gesturing to a small street entrance nearby. “I like to run at night, but today it got a little late. I hesitated, but I’m glad I did it. Now I get to make a new friend.” A dazzling smile followed her statement and she once again gestured for him to follow as she took another side street. “Adella! And it’s lovely to meet you too!”

[atticus-sinclair]

"Thank you for saying that." Even if the statements were simple facts, the kindness weaved into them made Atticus feel more at ease than he had for the past twenty minutes. He did not want to present himself as a burden to a complete stranger, it was nice she had understood what he was beginning to think was something silly. "Everything works out for the better in the end." He replied warmly, following her lead as they slowly made their way back to the park. "Your new friend might hold your pace back ..." He looked down at his Oxfords in slight embarrassment, hesitating on what would happen to his ankles if he took a gamble on them; going to the clinic always required him to don what felt more of a costume than anything else. "Maybe offer you some company in a light stroll? I– I also like to run so I'll make it up to you another evening."

[louie-moreau]

Louie was trying to bite his lip without making it too obvious because he felt like that little pain was the only thing that was helping him stay focused and acting like a normal person right now. What is wrong with you? He'd always been able to banter with Atticus, even sneer at his brother's "nerdy" friend when he felt like being an ass. But he didn't seem so nerdy anymore... and his "brother's friend" isn't exactly what he pictured when he thought of him now. "Oh yeah, no, I get it. Sensory overload." He nodded in agreement. He'd dealt with stuff like that his whole life. He nodded once again at his words, relief flooding him at the normalcy of the conversation. "Right. That's one way to describe it." He offered him a shit-eating grin. "Boring would be another one, you know?" He gave the other's shoulder a quick pat that he instantly regretted, but at least he was able to contain himself from clenching his hand again. "You should try it next time! Sounds just as lame as schnapps, maybe even more so." He tried not to blush at the little giggle that escaped him. What the hell was that about? For some reason Atticus averting his eyes made him nervous again. "Good you know... being a jackass mostly. Went to a really bad party last night, got there at ten and people were puking by eleven. Super gross. Left early.” Really, that’s what you’re going with? He kicked himself mentally. “How about you?” 

[atticus-sinclair]

"Sounds like the reasonable option." He nodded distractedly. "It's uh– it's upsetting to realize I'm meant to be able to name these things for a living and can't even do it for m-myself." Atticus sighed and slowly smoothed out the frown that had overpowered his face; he was pretty sure he'd meant for that particular comment to stay inside his head. "Sorry." After a moment in which he tried to rewire his brain to his mouth, he remembered the dying cigarette in his free hand and took a sharp inhale before putting it out on the nearest trashcan, trying not to focus on the tingling of his now too cold shoulder. "You might want to reconsider that, given Mr. Monotony was your go-to texting helping hand in your rager setup." There was absolutely no bite to his words and, frankly, Atty was just grateful for the company. Since when was he worried to say the wrong thing? Well, maybe he was a tad more worried Louie would cut the banter and leave... which had been a recurring thought over the past couple of years, even if he knew he never had to bite his tongue around him, it was... easy. "Maybe they drank the kombucha." He deadpanned, scratching the side of his beard. "It seems like your peers are trying to get the job done earlier so they can go to bed at a reasonable hour on a weeknight. Sounds like you got played into a healthy choice, Moreau." Atty's small chuckle slowly turned into his breath being caught in his throat. His rational brain having the fight of a lifetime with the feeling rooted deep in his gut. "I've been– I've been–" Thinking about you. A lot. So much I'm a bit scared of being so fucking transparent around you. "Meaning to call you, actually." Well, it was out in the open... even if his mind wasn't precise about the intention behind the words. He longed for another cigarette before biting his tongue, hoping Louie wouldn't be freaked out if he had completely misread what at first seemed like a pretty clean-through deal.

[violet-l-porter]

She had known it was a bad idea and she’d probably end up getting pissed off and listing off snarky comments to herself. And yet Violet had smiled and assured the head librarian that sure, they should have some quote boards to share their favorites. Now she bit the inside of her cheek as she watched a couple walk in, and sure enough, the dudebro went straight for the board. “Rather die than doubt. That sounds badass, right? Like some metal band or some dude 'bout to ride a monster truck.” Violet worked hard to restrain from any visible cringing… to her favor, the girl seemed to be kinda annoyed too. “That’s actually form Idylls of the King. By Tennyson. But nice try.” Violet murmured. “Anyway, we have a teen comics section that seems more up to your speed…” She gestured then threw a quick glance at the girl. “We also have a contemporary romance section.” Vi added before turning around and murmuring: “Maybe then you’ll see how much better you can do…” Suddenly she looked up and noticed there was another costumer listening. “Oh… I’m… Sorry?” She cleared her throat and plastered on a smile. “Is there anything I can help you with?” She added, trying to move past it and ignore her blush.

[atticus-sinclair]

"I didn't know the library was a place to create ransom notes." He showed Violet a piece of paper with the phrase Reach for the moon. If you miss, at least you'll be among the stars written on it with different paper cutouts. "I was looking for my best friend and a place to hang this definitely under appreciated quote that I found on the floor just by the stairs." Though there was a smile playing at the edges of his lips, Atty replied in his best stoic voice which, he had to admit, wasn't really that hard. "I came all this way to be a terrible influence. Do you have fifteen minutes?" He said as he proceeded to show the only magic trick he had up his sleeve... which, objectively, was a box of cigarettes that was tucked away inside his jacket.

[louie-moreau]

Louie swallowed and tried to will the lump on his throat to dissolve. He'd noticed the familiar figure standing there and had not known what to do. After the last time he'd seen Atticus there was a very confusing mixture of feelings that had left him with a permanent cause of acid reflux and a weird desire that he was not able to squelch no matter what (or who) he tried to do do distract himself. As he approached, the other man's face became clearer and he noticed his distress. Louis forced himself to ignore the weird feeling blooming on his stomach at the sight of him and the protective urge that seem to push him toward Atticus before he could further consider his options. "Hey." He let out, inmediately chastising himself. "Come with me, I know a way to get around them more quickly." Louis wasn't stopping to let himself think as he gently grabbed the other's wrist and pulled him back. After a couple of steps he let go and gestured for him to follow. "So what's up? Have you tried a new flavor of schnapps yet?" He asked, desperate to fill up the silence and try to act normally. "Or have you been too busy glaring at random people outside the park?" He clenched and unclenched the hand that had been holding Atty's wrist just a minute earlier.

[atticus-sinclair]

"Hi." The wave of relief that hit Atticus once Louie had walked right towards him was threatening to drown him entirely, along with every single thought out of his head. Since when had he this kind of visceral reaction to seeing him? Yes, of course there was the obvious matter in which they had finally acted upon certain urges that neither of them had acknowledged until then and... he was talking, Louie was talking to him and had his wrist in his hand and Atticus could only pray his face didn't reflect his panic and the queasy (but warm) feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Thank you. I–I don't know what happened. Everything was so loud." In contrast, his thoughts came out in a thin string of words, looking at the other man with plain gratitude. "Haven't had the pleasure." Atticus focused on regulating his breathing, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket and forgoing the possibility of not blushing all together. "Apparently I'm a creature of habit and I'm fond of peach." He offered with a weak smile, one that quickly turned into an eye roll after the last comment, trying not to focus on what Louie's hand had just done. "Can you blame me for having exhausted my patience? They're selling kombucha with the same aggressiveness someone offers you a new credit card over the phone." Atty sighed, his eyes suddenly finding the concrete under his steps really interesting. "Uh- so, uh, how you've been?"

[addie-pryce]

Addella was finishing up her run when she noticed the man that was lounging ahead of her. She was overdue for some stretching, but maybe she could cool down with a slow walk first. The woman stopped by him, noticing his obvious distress and offered him a small smile. “They do this all the time, I don’t know why they decide to do it here and not inside the park, where they’re not blocking the entrance.” She commented, scrunching up her nose. “You can walk with me if you’d like, I know a kind of shortcut to the next entrance, taking a couple of side streets.” She looked up at the darkened sky. “Might be better if we don’t walk them alone.” The addition came from her more cautious side but she offered a wide grin to compensate her grim words. 

[atticus-sinclair]

"T-that would be ideal, thank you." Atty offered a shy excuse for a smile, the girl's words having some sort of soothing effect over him. "Beats me. They're eager and somewhat inconsiderate... I might be exaggerating." Granted, as minor as it sounded, he was not one to enjoy saying negative things about another person but it had really not been the ideal day to deal with such situation. "Of course. I think we both could use the company." As they walked, Atticus took a longer look at her face, the suggestion made him decide to get his head out of his own stupid issue and focus on the bigger issue raised by the kind stranger. "Lead the way." He said warmly, offering his arm out in case that could somehow help in diminishing the gradual, but growing darkness surrounding them. "I'm Atticus, nice to meet you."

[atticus-sinclair]

"No, no. That's alright, I– uh, I'll just come back next week. Thank you so much for your ti–" Atticus sighed, unable to bring himself to interrupt the lively group of college students that were so fervently blocking the entrance to the park with some sort of dynamic that was designed to force him to tear more words out of his throat than what he felt like giving today. "I really do need to–" Atty felt his shoulders slump, opting to focus on taking a long drag of his cigarette and giving up on maintaining any expression other than a pained one, not like that particular lot would notice. All he wanted was to take a long walk, clear his head away from his life for a bit... and stop the damned twitching of his hands. "I really don't mean to be a bother but..." The string of words died on his lips as he took the cigarette out of his lips, a shaky breath leaving his heavy lungs before shooting the new face in the distance a misguided look of helplessness.