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The concept of Atticus Finch going around and picking up birds and animals and taking them home
Came to me in a vision
Flufftober: Day 3 - In Veto Veritas with Atticus Finch
Tags: Drunk Atticus, pre-established relationship (You've been together since Scout was 4), Set during the great depression (obviously), Shortly after Tom's Trial, Mushy-sad Atticus.
"Come on you big lug... Maybe I should've stopped you from goin' to the speakeasy, you are... Damn near impossible to guide..." They grunted as they pulled Atticus up to his feet, trying to steady the drunk lawyer.
"I failed him... There was so much.. So much evidence." Atticus mumbled as he stumbled slightly, his voice soft and slurred. "And I couldn't even convince 'em that the evidence was true! They didn't listen t'me because of the color of his skin!"
His eyes that once held light of hope now only showed the dim flicker of resignation. "My damn..." Atticus groaned as I took off his glasses and ran his hand down his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw them holding a glass of water for him.
"Thanks..." He whispered as his hands gently took the glass of water from them, the cold liquid washing the taste of hooch out of his mouth. "I'm going to regret this in the morning... I know I will..." Atticus murmured as he sipped the water.
"Probably, but I'll be right here to make things better." They smiled as they settled down next to Atticus, gently rubbing his shoulder. "Everyone's got some regrets, somethings can't be changed but we can go from there and make things better... You know that, don't you Mr. Finch?"
Atticus's nose wrinkled as he looked at them before speaking. "Please don't call me that, it sounds wrong comin' from your lips..." A soft chuckle escaped their throat at his words, their hands gently moving from his shoulder to his face.
"Alright Atticus, I hear you... No more Mr. Finch." Atticus smiled at that and leaned into the warmth of their palm, a soft exhale escaping his lips. His eyes, normally sharp with wisdom and strength, were soft and filled with sadness and love.
"I love you, y'know that? You are... Amazing..." He whispered as he shifted his head to press a kiss against their palm. "How luck am I to get the chance to fall in love twice...?"
"I'd say you're very lucky, Atticus... Very lucky indeed..." They smiled as they leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Now come on, let me get you up to your room.. I don't need you falling up the steps when you try and get up to your room."
Scout: I don’t know why they don’t have shorts but there’s one big hole for both of your legs.
Jem: That’s called a skirt.
Scout: No! You’re not listening to me and my thing is different so shut up
CECIL JACOBS IS A BIG WET HEN
to kill a mockingbird chapter 29 but it’s a graphic novel because i had to for my english final project
blame any lackluster art on the fact that i was kind of on a time crunch
i could do BETTERRRRRR
Tkamb fan as in "I like analyzing Scout, Alexandra and Dolphus" mildly against tkamb fan as in "FUCK ME ATTICUS"
oh boy
to kill a mockingbird is consuming my being again