the heat of my calvary

Atticus Booker. Muse. Usher.

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yessicahq:

“Touché.” Yessica said with a sly smile, acknowledging that he did have her there. “But alas, it isn’t free. You’re paying today, because I have a special little surprise for you.” She trailed off as the waitress came over, and told the woman her order.

Atticus perked up at the mention of a surprise. Ear’s almost rising like a puppy’s. He leaned forward towards Yessica. Idly telling the waitress what he wanted, too distracted by his fellow Spawn. “Do I get to know right now or are you going to, horribly, make me wait?” He asked quickly before stopping to think. “It’s a good surprise right...?” 

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wxxnters:

“Yeah, okay. Let me grab something to eat and then we can leave?” She asked, glad to be in his company. Much like Love or Balance, Atticus didn’t set Calixa’s nerve on edge and (most of the time), she was at ease in his presence. 

“That sounds perfect.” He grinned ear to ear. He was happy to be keeping Calixa company. He always liked when he could be a good sort of company and he felt like today would definitely be a good day. “What are you thinking about eating?” He wondered. 

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daesbulge:

The cutest leader

[karinapazzi]

“Ugh, beauty. Please don’t mention them.” Yessica knew he wasn’t referring to the actual spawn of beauty, but even just a mention and she was irritated already. “I don’t know why we’re friends.” SHe said with a grin.

[museinatticus-blog]

He let out a breathy laugh, though choose to ignore their comment. He shrugged a little. “I don’t know either but I’m pretty positive it works out just fine.” He nodded his head. “Otherwise I’d go hungry once a week at lunch time.” 

[scftdreamers-blog]

If Zeresh had been the type, they would have laughed at the dramatic arm movements. However, since they weren’t that sort of spawn, Zeresh stared- half listening, half gone from the world around them. Allowing their friend to keep his rant going, but not giving any input. “If you don’t like the coffee there are more places,” their voice broke through the pause between Atticus’ ramblings. “Or you could order a new one.” The disinterest was clear in their voice, but to be fair, it would be there no matter who they were talking to or about.

[museinatticus-blog]

Atticus’ arms fell the moment that Zeresh spoke. The pout on his face turned to a fond smile. He shrugged a little. “I like this shop though.” He spoke to them, leaning in closer. “It’s just sometimes people don’t treat coffee like they should.” He waved his arm again, this time a little less excitedly. 

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wxxnters:

Muse’s smile was contagious and Calixa felt one form on her face. “Yeah? Well, I guess Death had good timing for once,” she said with a small, dry grin. “Are you free now? Or anytime really; I have the next week off because I’m required to take vacation days? I don’t know, but I won’t be busy for the next few days.” 

Atti snickers at her joke, but the smile on his face only grows wider to see her smiling. Atticus very much liked to see her smiling. He nodded his head happily. “I’m free now. I have to work all weekend but now is good.” 

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yessicahq:

Making a face, Yessica shook her head impatiently, her face skeptical. “You know I don’t buy into all your awe about them. I just don’t get how you can continually see the beauty in them, when all I see is the wretched masses.”

Atticus heaved a sigh, rolling his eyes at her, though there was a teasing smile on his face still. “And I don’t know why you only see wretched masses.” He shrugs. “I guess that’s just the beauty of it.” 

[tcmptrcss-blog]

Lorelei wasn’t the type of person who liked to share feelings. When she feels lonely, she’d often go to a club to tempt the humans to go after what they want just to see what kind of trouble she could stir. But tonight? Tonight was different. She wasn’t in the mood for any kind of games, and not a single thing she plotted could appeal to her more than the small, square glass of Boulevardier sitting right in front of her. “How pathetic,” she thought to herself. “Lorelei Elestren sitting all alone in a bar. How thrilling.” she said with much sarcasm in her voice as she held her glass of Boulevardier, taking a few sips here and there. As Lorelei took another sip, she felt a presence behind her. “Yes?” she asked with an indifferent tone, not bothering to even turn around.

[museinatticus-blog]

Atticus felt out of place. Odd and uncomfortable. But for some project or anything he found himself perched at a bar alone and searching. For something. Maybe a spark of inspiration or a spark of a conversation where he felt the slightest bit comfortable. 

But it seemed his luck was running in another place. He had a water in front of him, a notebook with one word scrawled on the top. Nothing past because he couldn’t seem to find anything in the room other than awkward air. 

When his eyes fell on the spawn he recognized across the bar from his he suddenly seemed very interested in moving. He gathered his book and pen up and then slid into the seat beside her. He didn’t say anything but a small smile was on his face. He raised an eyebrow and looked at her. “Is this seat taken?” 

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@museinatticus 

“Hey, I was just actually on my way to see you; I was going to ask you if you maybe wanted to go to that exhibit that opened up the other day?” 

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Her question made the smile on Atticus’ face grow wider, he nodded almost immediately. “I would love too. I’m so glad you asked because if you didn’t ask soon I would be asking you.” He snickered. 

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yessicahq:

“Yes darling. That is the goal, after all. Queen amoungst peasants? Or king.” Yessica smiled, twisting her gold watch around her slender wrist absentmindedly. “Staring is good. It means you command their attention, their time.” Raising a humourous eyebrow at his flailing, she nodded. “Exactly. They’re ridiculous.”

Atticus laughed, nodding his head and looking down at his feet as they walked. “Yeah I guess you’re right.” He pushed his hands back into the pockets of his jeans and skipped forward a step. “But you have to admit they’re pretty beautiful. Beautiful and inspiring beings.” He said wistfully. 

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sxnitys:

“Wouldn’t dream of it . . ” The spawn frowned at Atticus’ snicker, put off by it. “What are you laughing at?” he questioned, averting his gaze to the cup in his hands.

“Uh-” Atti pauses for a moment before shrugging slightly. “I was laughing at myself. I was being silly. I’m sorry.” He smiles, softer this time, taking a sip of his coffee.

[karinapazzi]

“You wound me!” She said, looking dramatically offended, wiping away a fake tear. “Okay, okay, it’s a little small, but it was recommended to me by a client, and my clients have refined tastes so it should be good.” AN easy smile spread across her face as she listened, stopping every once in a while to give the appropriate expressions. “You darling, you stick out. But always in a good way.”

[museinatticus-blog]

“Is it actually possible to stick out ‘in a good way’?” He asked, raising his hands to motion quotation marks in the air. “I don’t think there is any good connotation of ‘sticking out’ honestly." He shrugs his shoulders, turning to her. “When I don’t fit in somewhere people stare- but they always tell everyone that it’s good to be your own person.” He flailed his arms. “Humans are weird. Why say things if you don’t really mean it?” 

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rxwans:

— a rather endearing smile rose onto rowan’s lips as he shrugged, “maybe i would. but probably not, you’re right.” he continued to unzip his case and climbed onto the table, mirroring atticus’ position with his legs. as he turned the pegs of the instrument to tune the strings, rowan nodded, the beam still on his lips, “this is why i like you, man. no control is the best kind of control, no?” deeming the strings relatively in tune, he caught eyes with the other spawn, “any requests? or just ‘something good?’”

— Atticus let out a snort. He had honestly given up trying to control Rowan a while ago. He turned his head to the side in thought. “Nah~” He shrugged his shoulder. “Just something good. Something smooth.” He smirked. “I’m in the mood for calm and quiet.” 

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thephoenixisrisen:

“I’m peachy.” Phoenix answered, smile still in place, his head moving upward in strange jerks as he spoke, chin still secure on his hand. “How’s the inspiration business going?” He asked.

“It’s going swell- as always.” He grinned, clearly proud of his own work. He blew on the steam coming from his cup. “And you? How are the virtues and humans and all that-” He waved his hand around in the air. “Doing?” 

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thephoenixisrisen:

Phoenix simply watched with a grin as Atticus become more agitated. He took another long draught from the cup and grimaced, though he wasn’t sure if it was because of the taste or because of the words. “This is why I just drink tea.” He muttered, chucking the cup in the trash bin without finishing the drink. Yanking a seat from the table, he settled in across from Atticus, resting his head on his fist and giving the other spawn a warm smile. “Hi.” He said.

“Tea?!” Atti put his hand over his heart. “Tea is not nearly as good as coffee.” He blinked at Phoenix, watching the cup be tossed into the trash. He sipped at his drink, willing himself to not go on anymore. He knew he wasn’t going to get much further. After setting his coffee on the table he sighed. Smiling at the other. “Hi. How are you today?” 

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sxnitys:

“You– You got it wrong,” he said, frowning. “It’s not coffee; it’s hot chocolate, and . . and it’s not sugar, it’s chocolate powder . . I don’t drink coffee.” Adrien took a small sip of his drink, shivering despite its heat. “You good, A? Seem kinda upset about the coffee thing, I mean.”

“Oh-” Atticus let out a relived sigh. He nodded his head, this time far happier than before, smiling at Adrien. “I’m sorry. I’m okay. I’m glad you didn’t drown any coffee in sugar.” He snickers a little, looking at the other. 

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thephoenixisrisen:

Phoenix watched the tirade with nothing shy of amusement. “Coffee is a drug that I ingest as quickly as possible so I don’t have to linger over the acrid and bitter taste. I just want the energy.” He remarked, smiling widely right before tipping back his cup and drinking as much of the hot liquid as possible quickly.

Atti flailed again, this time at a loss for words, watching as Phoenix drank down the coffee. He pouted as he took his own sip. “It’s not just about the energy. It’s about the experience~” He muttered wistfully. “And if it’s bitter than you’re not drinking the right type!” Atticus whined again, turning his head towards Phoenix.