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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 1:32:08 GMT -5
"L-like a fish to water, I know." He said with a laugh, weaving his fingers together in his lap. He moved his thumbs over one another for a moment, then let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"D-do you avoid them because.. you are wh-what you are or b-because you're a-afraid of getting hurt?" He asked, looking over at him. "B-because.. without a little hurt we w-wouldn't be the people we're supposed to be. A-and I think you'd be mi.. ssing out. Y-you're a really a-attractive guy.."
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 1:36:46 GMT -5
Dylan chewed on his lip a bit. "Both," He murmured, raising his voice some when he realized he may have spoken too soft. "Both being hurt and hurting others... So, I've created this image of big, scary and fucked to keep people away." He shrugged.
"My own family tries to avoid my. I-...I lock my little brother in his room, beat him...hur him. Because he's a demon too, but because he can still love more than I ever can, even if he's got these mental things slowing him down. He....he still has a chance you know?"
He leaned forward, running his tongue thoughtfully over his molars as he gazed at the floor in thought, arms crossed over his knees.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 1:43:22 GMT -5
Nash couldn't deny he was a bit more afraid of the guy now, and the fact he was alone in a room with him that had a lock on both the inside and the outside.
"Y-you can love too, Dylan.." He said quietly, looking over at him. "But k-keeping people away isn't the way to do it.. It's going to h-hurt you more in the end.." He took in a deep breath, the action paining his chest.
"I don't w-want to be hurt either, Dylan.. But because.. I can't b-be loved.. You can.. You just d-don't want to.. There's n-nothing wrong with you." He leaned over, kissing him gently on the cheek. "Y-you can't just give up the race.. because y-you're a little behind.." He leaned back against the arm of the sofa.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 1:50:09 GMT -5
Dylan shook his head. "You can too then," He insisted. "You just have to meet the right person hm?" He turned his head to look at him as Nash kissed his cheek, heartrate picking up.
Confusion crossed his face, a gentle smile. "See? You're charming enough." He placed his hat on Nash's head, made a face. "Hmm."
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 1:58:57 GMT -5
Nash laughed, turning it around backwards. "I don't look good in hats." He said with a smile, realizing he hadn't stuttered or paused. He took it off his head, putting it on his knee.
"-was drumming o-once and had.. a hat on c-cause it was sunny out a-and I brought my hands up to h-hit the drums, and caught the b-bill of the hat. And I finished th-the set with my hat half hanging o-off my head." He smiled a bit, looking over at Dylan. He couldn't help thinking how cute he was. And then in turn how big of an idiot he himself was for kissing him on the cheek.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 2:12:55 GMT -5
Dylan laughed at that. "Funny thing to imagine," He taunted, bringing his hand down on the bill of his hat, flipping it off of Nash's knee and catching it with his other hand.
He placed it back on his own head, studied him a moment.
"You're gonna break me," He complained. "I haven't smiled or laughed this much like, ever. It's too much to handle." He smirked.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 2:17:53 GMT -5
Nash pretended to be distraught. "Oh no! Not Dylan!" He exclaimed, then took his hat off his head with a smirk, walking across the room with it to get a soda. He leaned against the fridge, setting the coke down on the counter. He crossed one leg over the other, then put the hat on his head.
'You can't have it back now' he signed with a smirk, taking it off his head to look down at it.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 2:22:39 GMT -5
Dylan only grinned, sprawling out across the couch lazily. 'And you can't have the couch back,' He signed, poking out his tongue.
He watched him look down at the hat, running his fingers through dyed bangs again before dropping his hand so they trailed lazily on the floor.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 19, 2012 2:26:53 GMT -5
Nash laughed, walking back over to the couch. "A-and if I sit on you?" He asked, throwing one leg over him as he sat on his lower stomach. He raised an eyebrow in question, all the while thinking 'You're an idiot.. A real idiot..'.
"Doesn't m-mean you get your hat back." He smiled, putting it back on his head, turning it sideways.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 19, 2012 2:31:52 GMT -5
Dylan grunted dramatically. "You're sooo faaat," He complained, sticming his tongue out again. "That looks good like that." He nodded to himself.
"So what? I got plenty more where that came from. And you can't steal those or I'll sic my dog on you." He laughed. Not that it would do anything. Pulling his phone out, he cleared his notifications, showed the background of him kissing the small fluffball. "See? So big and scary."
He was so tough and down bringing on others in public..and yet lying there with Nash, showing off this one innocent picture, right there he gave it away. It was all an act.
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