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 Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 10:51 pm
He held his breath without knowing it. There was something strangely spellbinding about having someone's hands in his hair, more so since it was Maebe. He waited for some sort of yank, some punishment for twisting everything up and coming out even more confused than before. Maybe a more eloquent Dawson could have been able to convert his thoughts into more appropriate words there, before her voice cracked and the disappointment really hit him. But he wasn't. The words remained locked behind his lips, malformed and pleading and limping along. The only thing he understood was the sting of heartache. "Hey." His arms made to go around her again, but Dawson hesitated. They remained a light press to her skin rather than the bone crushing force they normally were. "Hey hey hey, you will," he promised her. "Yer gonna have an amazing birthday. The very best. I-I just gotta...gather m'thoughts is all. Figure out what I want, like you said a while back. 'Cause this, this serious stuff we talkin' here, n' tha's...I shouldna been so casual." Always with something casual. He felt so weird without his hat, but he didn't dare so much as look at it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 11:05 pm
His response was reassuring, but it did nothing to quell the sting of disappointment. It only reminded her that Dawson was more important than she could have ever imagined someone being, and she was going to fight for that, no matter how she got hurt along the way. He was a Good Thing. "Well." She muttered low, under her breath. "I can't say it wasn't a surprise how casual it was. You kind of made me wonder if I was dreaming for a minute. I mean, one pina colada's not enough for that kind of comfort level - even for you." She leaned in, taking one hand out of his hair to press against his cheek. This time, she did pull him closer, and pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. There was nothing there but love, pure and simple. "You know I love you, no matter what. Right? This changes nothing." That was a lie, but she couldn't even admit it to herself. She knew the moment he left, and she had time to her own thoughts, the rejection was going to sting at her self-esteem until she started to blame herself. She'd take a hit, and had no idea where that hit would lead.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 11:25 pm
He could believe that. He wanted to believe that. He needed to believe that, even if he wasn't absolutely sure it was true. It was good faith at its finest, the kind that could be heard even over the lingering feelings of the heart that contradicted it. Don't see why y'do, Dawson thought bleakly as they broke the kiss, if anything feeling worse for it. Not while I keep disappointin' you. He was such a shitty communicator, he had to fix it... "Tha's why I chat so much on Twitter, y'know," he said as he let his hands slide down her arms, wearing a mixture of relief and persistent anxiety. "Think I can put my thoughts better on there since y'can, like, edit n' s**t. On the spot out here? S'like my mind goes blank n' I go full retard or somethin'."
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 11:30 pm
Her lips pursed with mischief, and she pulled out her phone, despite being curled up in his arms. "If you want to take this conversation to DMs, I'm not going to fight you." She snickered out, clearly joking. The phone was dropped to the ground, and she put his hat back on his head, leaving his hair be for the time being in order to wrap her arms around him in an uncharacteristically strong hug. "Anytime you feel like the words are ready, I don't mind you talking to me on there. It's fun. Not as fun as hugs, but still fun." She regretted that immediately, and pulled back. "No wait, I mean hugs are terrible. Sorry. Misspoke."
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 11:49 pm
Too late; Maebe's initiative surprised and reinvigorated him. Dawson was already sucking her back into a great big bear hug, kissing her hair before tucking his head into the niche of her shoulder and neck. It probably wasn't the most pleasant feeling having the brim of the hat push against her like that, but he didn't seem to notice it might cause her some discomfort in his eagerness to return the favor with interest. "Yer good people, Maebe Grace," he said earnestly. "Whatever you wanna show people, yer good deep down. Nothin's gonna change the fact tha' I love ya either, okay?" He squeezed in case she didn't get the message somehow. "Yer Important too."
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 2:03 am
"It better not." She demanded, skillfully ignoring the first thing he'd told her. "I'm counting on that." The brim of his hat hurt her neck, and she refused to say a word. The pain, despite no longer being pleasurable, reminded her that Dawson was there. She couldn't bring herself to complain about it. "Still nice to hear, though." That was as close to a thank you as she was going to get. As long as she was curled up in his arms, and he loved her, it was easy as pie to forget the tears that were left in her heart, waiting for his absence to spread and bleed.
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