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Alternate Universe Sam/Atton.
May. 7th, 2007 12:58 am[OOC: This isn't millicanon, and doesn't happen anywhere in the Milliways timeline, for either of them. Is just AU fun.]
It's the middle of the night, all starry, with a full moon and gently drifting clouds. The lake is sparkling, the trees are shedding Autumn leaves, it's all silent and peaceful, softly illuminated by the lights from the bar, and from the sky.
In somewhat stark contrast, Atton's sitting by the lake, boots off, jacket and shirt off (though his undershirt remains on), washing a bloodied knife and shirt in the lake. There's a little fleck of red below his eye that he hasn't quite noticed yet.
About a dozen landscape artists are rolling in their graves.
[Warning for explicitish content.]
It's the middle of the night, all starry, with a full moon and gently drifting clouds. The lake is sparkling, the trees are shedding Autumn leaves, it's all silent and peaceful, softly illuminated by the lights from the bar, and from the sky.
In somewhat stark contrast, Atton's sitting by the lake, boots off, jacket and shirt off (though his undershirt remains on), washing a bloodied knife and shirt in the lake. There's a little fleck of red below his eye that he hasn't quite noticed yet.
About a dozen landscape artists are rolling in their graves.
[Warning for explicitish content.]
