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[marreddreams]

[Tonight was promising to be a quiet night in the dressing room. The Tykis may be lounging in the miscellaneous bars and pubs, and the Allens are probably curled up in piles of blankets. Who knows where the Crosses are, but that's nothing new. And Lavis? Well... they're probably head-first in a book, drooling and getting ink on themselves. Yes,

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[salvationsnox]

[This one takes place in a hallway of a hospital, and Atticus has a wrapped up baby in his arms]

[marreddreams]

[Is it a baby anymore, Atticus? Whowhatever was whimpering and crying in the blankets is suddenly quiet and still.]

[salvationisnox]

[He grows worried at that, looking down at it. But whatever he sees, he looks a bit horrified and he feels the urge to drop it]

[marreddreams]

[It's difficult to make out exactly what it is, really. A fairy? Except, it's too big to be a fairy, as it's about the size of a human. But it does have wings, not like they look big enough to be able to hold its weight.]

[Its eyes, however, are far too big for its head. Big and glassy and white. And each hand has only four fingers. Still, though, it looks relatively human.]

[salvationsnox]

[But it's not his daughter. He doesn't drop it - can't - and places it on the floor, stepping away from it]

[marreddreams]

[It rolls over onto it's stomach, wings flitting, before looking up at him.]

[And lets out a wail.]

[salvationsnox]

[Atticus winces at that, covering his ears before running down the hall. Away from the baby, away from the wail. He can't stand it]

[marreddreams]

[As he runs, the hallway starts to change shape. From that of a hospital, to what looks like a French chateau. There's a woman standing at the end of the hall with long dark hair in perfect curls. She's smoking a long cigarette, and smirking at him in a devious sort of way.]

[Going somewhere, Sugar?]

[The words are not spoken, but rather just linger in the air.]

[salvationsnox]

[He comes to a halt, glaring at her.]

What do you want?

[marreddreams]

[The woman pushes herself off of the wall, and steps toward him, slipping a hand behind his neck.]

[Just a little bit of good company. What's got you so bent out of shape, Sweetie?]

[salvationsnox]

[He pulls back at the touch, eye narrowing.]

That's hardly any of your concern.

[marreddreams]

[The woman pouts, but it doesn't deter her from adjusting his collar.]

[No need to be like that. And she gestures with her head as she takes a drag from her cigarette. Why don't you come with me?]

[salvationsnox]

To where?

[marreddreams]

[To come and change your shirt, of course.]

[The woman gestures at him. Suddenly feeling sticky? That shirt of yours is covered in blood.]

[salvationisnox]

[Atticus stiffens at that, looking down. He frowns before looking over at the woman, almost warily.]

Why would you help me?

[marreddreams]

[You can't very well attend a soiree looking like that can you, darlin'?]

[She turns, tugging him by the wrist into her nearby room, where she gestures for him to sit on her bed while she makes her way to a nearby dresser.]