#c;atlas

[ppayton]

guilt was always kind of second nature for payton. her tendency to apologize for things that were not even remotely her fault stemming from family troubles when she was a young pigtailed girl. she didn’t know why kissing stan made her feel so guilty. her and atlas had no romantic connection. their engagement had always been just an arrangement for the both of them. she was even quite sure that atlas probably had spent nights with other women or she at least assumed as much with his striking looks. so to confess to him that she kissed stan shouldn’t have made her as nervous as she was. hell, she didn’t even know why she felt inclined to tell him. she liked stan and the decision to kiss him was her own. ❝atlas,❞ she called out, knuckles scraping the wood of his room door. she slipped into his space, wanting to strike up an interesting conversation and lead into the confession but the minute she opened up her mouth, ❝i kissed stan!❞ came tumbling out, teeth chewing at the side of her cheek, eyes dropping to the ground in front of her in slight embarrassment. @atlasgreys

[ppayton]

text. @legolas

Payt: hey i'm going to be away for a few days

Payt: going to England

Payt: with Stan

[ppayton]

“I just realized something. I literally can’t stand you,” Payton uttered as she practically fell into the chair across from Atlas. “I know I have been flip flopping with this whole marriage situation and what not but,” she paused, looking over her shoulder for a moment. “Yeah, I am not fucking marrying you. I don’t care if it is only for a few months or a year or what not. I can’t put myself through that type of misery. It would be pathetic of me to marry you. That kind of sounds harsh but eh, I don’t love you so what is the point? I mean I don’t even remotely like you. If I liked you it would be like a blessing in disguise but I don’t so there isn’t a point. So yeah, good talk. You can keep the ring and all that jazz. Have a nice life, best of luck for your situation,” she hiccuped, waving her hand before lifting her body away from the table and walking over to order a coffee. @atlasgreys

[ppayton]

Richard drummed his fingers against the table he sat at, hand clutching a bottle of whiskey as he read the back of the liquor. He had come to visit his daughter who was currently taking a quick shower. She had left her father with a cuppa tea but he wanted something stronger for the real intent of his spontaneous visit. “Atlas,” he greeted politely, taking a small indulgent sip from his glass. “May we talk?” @atlasgreys

[ppayton]

Payton fiddled with the bottom fabric of her dress, spending the last thirty minutes to try and work up the courage to speak to Atlas about a very personal subject. She wanted to ask Atlas’ permission if she could pursue a relationship in secret, while still holding up the deal they shared together. She felt morally obligated to seek his approval first, even if she assumed his answer would be yes. Why would he care if she wanted to be with Stan? Her knuckles gently bumped against the frame of his door. “Hey Atlas,” she called out, side-stepping into his room. “Can I talk to you about something?” she questioned even though she was giving him no choice but to listen “How would you feel if this arrangement of ours was open? Like if I wanted to venture out and see someone in secret or if you wanted to have a girlfriend or something. I think it will benefit both of us since we don’t have any chemistry or connection on an intimate level. We would be open to having relationships instead of just living out our days like this.” @atlasgreys

[haemotolagnia]

xlucido

To say he was tired was an understatement. Staying up for over twenty four hours wasn’t the smartest thing to do, and yet here he was, practically falling asleep as he wandered down the street. All he wanted to do was sit down and maybe chug as much coffee as possible.

What really didn’t help was the fact people seemed to rush in the opposite direction when he attempted to approach them. That only made his bad mood a lot more sour. Dark circles under his eyes, a pissed expression dominating his features; like hell was he going to let the next person he approached flee from him.

“Look, I stayed up waay too late with work and all I want is a cup of coffee. Before you piss off like everyone else, could you please point me in the direction of the nearest cafe.” Okay, his words came out a lot harsher than they should’ve done. But, honestly, when people keep avoiding you, it starts to wear on your nerves.

[haemotolagnia]

derelictism

Okay, surely it wasn’t this hard to find a book store. He’d been wandering for quite a while now, and yet nothing had caught his attention. It was a tad annoying, having been searching for almost an hour now with no results. He was starting to forget why he even wanted to go to the damn store.

It was usually Nyx that did the shopping, so he had no real clue as to where he was going. He let out a soft sigh, rocking on his heels as he took in his surroundings. Knowing his luck, he’d fine it just as it was about to close. What a pain. Atlas figured the best course of action was to ask for assistance, rather than wander around aimlessly. Gazing around, Atlas opted to approach the first person in sight.

“Hey, urh.. Sorry to bother you, but could you help me out with something real quick?” His expression was somewhat irritated and he struggled to shift it, so he only hoped he didn’t scare the other away. “I’ve been looking for a bookstore for the past hour. Can’t find the damn thing. Do you know if there are even any around here?”