#starry.

When you met Atlas, you thought you’d met him a hundred times before. A man in a nice suit and a taste for expensive alcohol; you saw dozens of his type come around every night. But after a bar brawl broke out and he ducked behind you the entire time, you were surprised that the coward found you after the carnage and offered you the ticket you’d been waiting for. At first, you met him sparingly—a few odd jobs here and there. But over the course of nearly twenty or so years, you’ve come to accept that Atlas is here to stay. You almost have no choice in the matter; the man hasn’t aged a day since you met, and you’re certain that you will be looking at that same youthful face until the end of your days. You don’t mind it, of course. You’ve found your kindred spirit in a dramatic man with a collection of colorful ties, who drinks alcohol like water, and who looks at you like he understands the view of the universe from your eyes.