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After watching Astro Boy 1980 for basically my whole life, I finally decided to write something for it! And now I have another horribly rare pair to consume my life: Atlas x Livian. This fic is set during their childhood, following the uncut episodes 1 and 2 from the Japanese dub, and thus, is fairly depressing. I hope that anyone who reads it will enjoy it!
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My homeboy bong hits so smooth #Stoner #ATLian #GayStoner
Atlanta is wonderful, but, man, it's tough to not have friends.
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The hospital room is silent and dark, but Dorian doesn't feel like leaving. Part of him wonders why he feels the need to stay, to make sure those eyes, always filled with compassion and optimism, open up again, when the doctors told him that the man'd be fine and probably wouldn't wake up for a while. Really he should be taking care of himself, ashes soot and dirt still soil his clothes from the whole ordeal after all.
But he just sits and waits. Eventually the grime gets to him and he decides to wash up quickly and return. If he's fast, and he should be as a (former) assassin, then he'll be back before Atlus even stirs.
Before he crosses the room to leave, however, he pauses. After a brief inner debate he carefully, gingerly takes one of the bandaged hands a presses a gentle kiss. They were, after all, the instruments of his rescue. A reward was only fitting.
He slips out of the room with that single thought, before hurrying off to cleanse himself from the remnants of the fire.
