Sky was sitting at his desk, reviewing his notes. He was uncharacteristically squeamish and nervous, unable to sit still, tapping his feet, then his pencil, then drumming his fingers on the side of a nearby bottle of water. Maybe because the door was open, in the fervent hope that a certain someone he hadn't spoken to in over a week was around ( Read more... )

Sky was tired from a pretty busy day today- being a lion and getting "hunted" by Sokka was particularly exhausting- so he was relaxing on his bed with a book. Paintball was still at the top of his mind- he wanted to try something new, but also didn't want to end up exhausted, bruised and covered in multicolored paint on his birthday, even though he ( Read more... )

Bright morning sunlight shone through the window of Room 407, warming the two figures still snuggled together in the sheets of Sky Tate's bed ( Read more... )

Sky was very tired, more tired that he suspected he ever had been in his life, when his team was finally able to come back to the island from their mission. He was completely exhausted both mentally and physically- the last few days had been a giant rollercoaster of emotions, what with going on the mission, all of the traps, finding Deadpool alive ( Read more... )

Sky was nervous as he waited where he'd agreed to meet Troy out in the preserve, where they planned on spending some more time together... maybe snuggling, maybe sleeping, maybe doing... other things. Silently, he was berating himself for how he'd reacted upon seeing Troy in another body as he got ready and set things up. It can't have been easy ( Read more... )

Sky floated back into his room after a good long float around the island, which he'd needed in order to think after his conversation with Bridge ( Read more... )

Sky was... pretty much hating Fandom, indeed hating life itself right now as he floated through his own door. Even moreso when his luggage seemed to suddenly fall out of himself onto the floor, but he remained as a sparkling lightball. His brief visit to Adam had cheered him, but the fact that his belongings were normal and he himself was not had ( Read more... )

Sky was getting more and more bored as the break went on. As much as Gods class poked at his issues, at least it was a distraction on Wednesdays...

Determined to not fall back into a funk due to boredom, he propped his door open and began to work on his most ambitious vehicle model to date- a replica of the Protector from Galaxy Quest. He hoped it ( Read more... )

"Lazy" is a word that Sky never really thought he'd ever use to describe his mood. But that was how he felt today- not depressed like he had been, but still not feeling like doing much of anything ( Read more... )

Sky was almost bouncy again, returning to his room after buying dance tickets. And this time it wasn't going away. He felt a warm glow inside himself... the knowledge that yes, he did have friends at Fandom, no, he wasn't a horrible person, and yes, like Bridge said, he deserved to be happy while he was here. On top of that, class hadn't made him ( Read more... )