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sweetpinkpixie · 12-28-2024, 02:28 AM

It became even more abundantly clear that he had indeed interrupted a tender kind of moment which immediately set the metal charmer back on his heels a fair bit. Heels that were figuratively digging into the cobblestone street while his fingers tightened around his primary source of comfort. That smile was almost enough to put the world at ease, almost, but whatever comfort and bliss may have begun radiating from his and Freddie's palms pressed together faded into oblivion the minute their eyes met.

Mind was numb and lost in thoughts that had been buried for nearly a decade, the sight before him now was more than just a memory memory. It was sharp, vivid, and visceral despite the years. Eyes still sparkling with the same mischievous and gentle energy that had captivated him all those years ago Quinn both looked exactly the same as the day they disappeared as if they'd never existed in the first place and yet like an entirely different person, a complete stranger. The baggage of abandonment, the scars of war, the betrayal of trust all came to a head as his fingers dug into the back of Freddie's hand to still the tremble of rage that had begun to course through him. His thoughts, his heart, betrayed him but the Neo-Alliance had taught him through the savergy how to mask what he was feeling and thus his jaw merely set on his back teeth while silently chastising his eyes to pull themselves together and dry those crocodile tears that misguidedly thought they needed to make an appearance. It took great effort, but his square, chiseled featured harded like stone which meant all he had to get in check now was the galloping of that pesky muscular organ in his chest.

"Quinn?" Atlas replied stoically, his voice hoarse in spite of himself, caught between disbelief and something else—something darker, heavier - and his hand reached up to touch his cheek as a phantom memory cause it to uncomfortably tingle and burn. The wounds that had been stitched up over the years suddenly ripped open, a mirror thrust in front of himself that he had no intention of looking into and seeing his reflection. "Quinn," he repeated far more calmly this time as he slammed several mental and emotional doors closed, making no forward motion towards those outstretched arms of Quinn's. He couldn't, Atlas simply couldn't.

Harsh? A little. Cold? Not particularly in his opinion. But if he didn't feign ignorance he would lash out with his silver tongue. "Did we go to school together or something?" he inquired, his head turning to look exclusively at Freddie while sidestepping closer to him still. Freddie, the only person (along with Remy) he could trust now. Freddie, the only person (and Remy) who had stayed when everything else had fallen apart.

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,304 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	hopefully this was worth the wait! cue the dramatic soap opera music astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf It became even more abundantly clear that he had indeed interrupted a tender kind of moment which immediately set the metal charmer back on his heels a fair bit. Heels that were figuratively digging into the cobblestone street while his fingers tightened around his primary source of comfort. That smile was almost enough to put the world at ease, almost, but whatever comfort and bliss may have begun radiating from his and Freddie's palms pressed together faded into oblivion the minute their eyes met. Mind was numb and lost in thoughts that had been buried for nearly a decade, the sight before him now was more than just a memory memory. It was sharp, vivid, and visceral despite the years. Eyes still sparkling with the same mischievous and gentle energy that had captivated him all those years ago Quinn both looked exactly the same as the day they disappeared as if they'd never existed in the first place and yet like an entirely different person, a complete stranger. The baggage of abandonment, the scars of war, the betrayal of trust all came to a head as his fingers dug into the back of Freddie's hand to still the tremble of rage that had begun to course through him. His thoughts, his heart, betrayed him but the Neo-Alliance had taught him through the savergy how to mask what he was feeling and thus his jaw merely set on his back teeth while silently chastising his eyes to pull themselves together and dry those crocodile tears that misguidedly thought they needed to make an appearance. It took great effort, but his square, chiseled featured harded like stone which meant all he had to get in check now was the galloping of that pesky muscular organ in his chest. "Quinn?" Atlas replied stoically, his voice hoarse in spite of himself, caught between disbelief and something else—something darker, heavier - and his hand reached up to touch his cheek as a phantom memory cause it to uncomfortably tingle and burn. The wounds that had been stitched up over the years suddenly ripped open, a mirror thrust in front of himself that he had no intention of looking into and seeing his reflection. "Quinn," he repeated far more calmly this time as he slammed several mental and emotional doors closed, making no forward motion towards those outstretched arms of Quinn's. He couldn't, Atlas simply couldn't. Harsh? A little. Cold? Not particularly in his opinion. But if he didn't feign ignorance he would lash out with his silver tongue. "Did we go to school together or something?" he inquired, his head turning to look exclusively at Freddie while sidestepping closer to him still. Freddie, the only person (along with Remy) he could trust now. Freddie, the only person (and Remy) who had stayed when everything else had fallen apart. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like