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“I don’t know babe, I don’t know what this means. I mean..- a late period. Of course I know what that could mean but..-” She staggered in her words. This could not be happening right now, with everything going on in her work, with how much she’d been bickering with Daniel. This was absolutely not what she needed, even the possibility was a headache- but now the possibility was right in front of her and for some reason she couldn’t help the big grin on her face as she looked at Daniel. “I guess we should..- I don’t know, I guess we buy a test?” She asked, her teeth gleaming as she wore a goofy grin.

@dangraceful

#dan #c #i figured this could be a cute fluffy moment where they get all excited together #but ofc the test turns out negative

“dixoncalloway :

Dixon scrunches his nose about the frog and lets her hand go. “That’s fucking awful.” But he laughs in good humor at her comparison. “No, I know, I figure you hadn’t but…thanks for at least assuring me you’re not some sort of serial frog killer.” He runs a hand through his curls, chewing on his lower lip. He can’t imagine what it’d be like, having a relationship with someone so much older than you are at sixteen.

Or even that, a relationship with a teacher. He admires her for admitting it and for seemingly working through that part of her life.

He shrugs a little at her question, “Not…to confuse you. I’ve had sex with women before, I’ve just never dated one.” He grins. “I’m assuming it’s not that much different. I think… it’d be different,” He words it carefully. “Maybe. Though relationships at the end of the day aren’t that different. Same fights, same drama, same butterflies.”

“Like the french.” She said, nodding her cup to him playfully before she took a sip. Ivy coughed a little when he bluntly brought up his sex life with women, spilling a little bit of coffee onto her shirt. She chuckled and reached for a napkin. “I’m sorry,” she grinned, covering her lips with her gracefully positioned hand, “go on?” She actively listened to him speaking, nodding as he did so. “same butterflies..” she repeated, smiling to herself a bit. the girl herself remembered feeling butterflies, but butterflies could easily be replaced by hornets when it came to Ivy. “All in all relationships are nice. They’re a plus. Some things just come first you know?” She added. “For example, your relationship with yourself. That has to before everything. You’re stuck with yourself forever.” Like she was one to talk, the girl had always been know for being overtly critical and hard on herself. She was definitely not living by her own advice, not one bit. “I’m still working on that one- I guess we all are though.” She said softly, her eyes fluttering up a bit to look at his.

#dixon #c

dixoncalloway :

Dixon has never minded talking about his relationships; he’s only been in a few, but he’s pretty open about discussing them. They’ve never ended well, either, but he suspects it’s because he hasn’t been with the right people. And because he has trouble opening up; not about other people about this but about his past. It’s not like talking about his family, discussing his relationships doesn’t make him feel shamed or embarrassed. Things that transpired with his father always make him feel like he’s running away from something.

This is different though.

But he gets that other people aren’t so open and he’s not about to force Ivy to discuss it either. Relationships are so much harder than they needed to be and maybe that’s part of reason he hasn’t been in one in a while…he just doesn’t have time to feel like that.

He doesn’t expect her to admit something about a relationship with her teacher, not that he’s judging her. Dixon really doesn’t have room to be judging anyone so he doesn’t if he can help it.

“Your history teacher is a bold move.” Dixon says, turning his body to face her a little and squeezes her hand because that can’t be something easy to admit. He tries to think of something he can offer in exchange but nothing as opening comes to mind.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend before even though I’m bisexual.” He admits. “Just a few boyfriends.”

Ivy looked down at her hand as he gave it a squeeze and she for some reason fought back her cheeks heating up a bit. She quickly brushed off that thought, it wasn’t something she was allowed to be thinking..- or feeling rather. Her darker eyes returned back to him. “I suppose so, it was a very frog in boiling water ordeal. You know when someone puts a frog in warm water and slowly increases the heat, the frog will just sit in there until it dies.” She nodded and paused for a moment. “I’ve never done that to a frog, dear god. That isn’t a personal discover.” The girl proclaimed, embarrassing herself a bit. “I guess I should put a hold on comparing my relationships to things, first shakespeare and now reptiles.” She shook her head.

“That’s interesting. Do you think it’d be any different?” Ivy didn’t know much about bi-sexuality. She was careful not to say anything that could rule off as offensive, offending Dixon was the last thing she wanted to do, but she was curious.

#dixon #c

dixoncalloway :

He laughs a little because selling candles would be quite the big step for him—bartender to candle seller, almost a little ironic. “Well we’d make our own candles. See the difference…it’s actually not that hard. You just need wax and essential oils.” He shrugs. “But I’m not pulling you into a business venture, someone needs to report the news.” He teases.

Dixon takes his cup into the kitchen and rinses it out in the sink, running a hand through his curls as Ivy dances around the what’s going on with her boyfriend. Clearly, none of his business with the Shakespeare comment. He supposes he should have figured; he’s probably not the best person to ask for relationship advice anyways.

“Yeah, sorry I asked.” He smiles a little over his shoulder. “I haven’t been in a relationship in a while, but my last boyfriend made everything fucking difficult. So, I get it, I guess is what I’m trying to say.”

He sits down on the couch next to her again after drying his hands with a dish-towel. He chuckles a moment as he thinks before looking over at her.

“Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, I haven’t had any great relationships. They’re a lot of work and usually people want different things aren’t honest about it. Which…that’s not what I mean about yours.” Shut up, Dixon. “I hope you figure it out. What ever is going on.”

Ivy placed a hand over her heart and played a small offended face. “And you think I can’t do both?” She teased, cocking her eyebrow a bit. The brunette waved her hand. “No no- don’t apologize. It’s something very normal to talk about, my hesitation on it is a sign somethings not quite right.” She paused, somewhat thinking out loud. “I mean shouldn’t a person want to talk about their relationship?” She asked, putting the question out there to think on. Ivy listened to him mention his last relationship and nodded. “yes! Difficult! Very dramatic, every little thing. I don’t know if it’s just immaturity or what.” She huffed slightly before returning her attention to him. “I’ll second that with a drink.” She replied, finishing off her coffee. “Shh- you’re fine. Please don’t worry about prying, you’re not coming off like that at all.” She gave him a warmer smile.

“My uh, my first relationship I was sixteen, it was a year long, and it was to a man named Dylan. He was my history teacher.” She let out, there was once a time in Ivy’s life where she’d never even utter the mans name but- she’d grown and it was much easier to talk about now a days. “He was a good 12 years older than me, twenty-nine I think, at the time.” She nodded. It seemed as if she was the only one not sharing so, despite it still being a somewhat uncomfortable topic, she revealed that part of her past. For some reason it didn’t feel frightening to tell it to him. “Yes so, my high-school sleepovers were a bit different than most.” She joked lightly.

#ur kitten is the cutest thing ever #dixon #c

dixoncalloway :

He can’t help but feel a little amused when she goes into a tangent about Staples; which sure, is a pretty great place if you like categorizing things. He used to be a little organized with his paints and stuff but with his small living place he finds it hard to give a shit. He’s always running around anyways; and a little bit of a messy living actually improves his creativity for his paintings.

“I feel like that everytime I go into a craft store, so you’re not alone. I’m not sure why they haven’t monopolized on those candle scents yet.” He grins. “Maybe we can invent them, start our own line and sell them here in New Quinton on the black market. Make a fortune.”

Maybe this is what he likes best about her. That he’s able to sound a little ridiculous; that they can talk about stuff like this and it’s…fun.

He doesn’t know what she means by New York but he assumes it’s her boyfriend. He chews on his lower lip and turns to look at her, leaning against the cushion of the couch.

“I didn’t mean to pry but if you…want to talk about it, I’m around. It’s the bartender in me,” He teases. “Makes me an avid listener.”

Ivy’s brow perked up a bit at his business idea. “That’s actually a fantastic idea Dixon.” She thought for a split-second. “Although no way companies would allow a start up business to utilize their logos and brands without getting a murderous sum of all profits. It’d rob us dry. However with the right marketing strategy we could still get the idea across but use something vague to represent each store, such as a simple staple or paintbrush. That’d still leave grounds for a case for big companies to sue but at least in that scenario we’d make some amount of coin before we became too big.” The brunette picked up her coffee cup and took a drink. “So I guess it’s not an ideal product plan.” She shrugged and let the small smile creep back onto her face, it’s like it wouldn’t leave.

“Open ears, open arms policy. It’s very warm.” She noted, not immediately getting into the situation he was asking about. Ivy didn’t know if she wanted to unload everything onto him- or if she even wanted to open that can of worms to herself. “It’s somewhat of a taming of the shrew situation- definitely has some nods to that.” She decided to say, not thinking if he’d understand the Shakespeare reference, I guess it wouldn’t be awful if he didn’t anyways.. Ivy was a bit reluctant to share her relationship with Dixon. He was becoming someone she could be with and not be riddle with the thousand anxious thoughts that tended to be coursing through her head at any given time, she was afraid him knowing more about her situations would ruin that. Irrational or not, it was a fear. “It’s complicated, is all.” She finished with a tight smile.

#dixon #c

dixoncalloway :

Dixon chuckles and takes a sip of his coffee before he rests it on his coffee table. He stretches a little and settles into the corner of the couch, running a hand through his hair.

“Honestly, I’ve met a lot of people and that bar and you’re by far the most interesting.” He bites his tongue on something he might regret like ‘and the most pretty’. She’s got a boyfriend and he doesn’t need that type of drama in his life right now.

If it was a bad day, or week, and if he was feeling particulary reckless he might say 'fuck it’ and say how he felt but. He’s not about to ruin one of the decent friendships he has in New Quinton–no matter how destructive he is when it comes to his own happiness.

“People call you anal?” He raises an eyebrow. “Do you like to reorganize shit or categorize by color?” He’s not making fun, he knows some people actually have OCD…he’s just trying to get a good read on her.

He likes the mutual smile on her face right now, the soft laugh that leaves her lips. It’s nice being able to relax with someone and not expect that they want something from you.

“Hey man, your secret is safe with me.” He teases. “Though if someone pays me, I don’t know…” He laughs a little. “Might have to tell them your desire to be a horse but, honestly, I wanted to be a lion when I was younger and chased my own dog making roaring noises so I’m not sure why being a horse is so bad.”

He glances down at her phone ringing and clocks her movements. He expects her to pick up and talk to her boyfriend but…she doesn’t. Which tells Dixon a lot: either she doesn’t want to talk because they’re not on okay terms or she doesn’t want her boyfriend to know she’s with someone else.

Interesting.

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Me?” Ivy replies, truthfully a bit shocked. She didn’t really find herself to be very interesting. Especially not when there were people like Annabel or Natalie living in this town with her. “Thank you.” She chuckled a bit, placing a hand over her heart playfully. “Yes, I’ve gotten anal before. More times then I can count.” She rolled her eyes softly. “I’d say more on the perfectionist side of things.” Her eyes perked up a bit when he asked his question. “I do! It’s honestly a way for me to relax. It might not seem like it throughout the process but it’s pretty euphoric when you’re done.” She explained. “They definitely know me at Staples. It one of the best place- smell wise. I wish they made a candle of it’s scent honestly.” And there she was rambling again, as she got more comfortable it became a bit harder to bite her tongue and not go on and on about things nobody wants to hear about. She let herself chuckle a bit and took a sip off the coffee. “I could see you doing that.” She laughed gently, “You have somewhat of a lion-esque to you.” The girl complimented.

“No, I’m sure New York is doing fine.” She some-what joked, exhaling deeply, that was her paradise after all. “Uhm,” She hesitated, “Not really I suppose. I mean I’m sure that and my words are telling you two different things but uh, if I’m honest I don’t quite know the answer myself.” She shrugged gently.

#dixon #c

dixoncalloway :

Dixon nods and listens to Ivy, though he has to admit it’s a little bit like hearing her underwater. He feels like he’s in some sort of ocean when he talks about his parents. That hurt and betrayal buried somewhere deep. His mom is talented…his mom was talented. And his father was a great teacher until…

“She was.” He agrees, soft smile tugging at the ends of his mouth. He finishes his coffee and puts the mug down on the table, clearing his throat.

He wants to say that he sometimes forgets what she sounds like, what she smells like, the way she used to cup his cheeks and kiss his nose. He doesn’t though; instead he watches her get up from the couch with their mugs and fill them with coffee.

“Have you been here before and I just didn’t know?” He teases but it’s not unwelcome; he’s always appreciated a girl who could take control, who could take care of themselves and Ivy seems to do just that. “Thank you.” He says as he takes the coffee from her and takes another sip. “Honestly, I tried switching to decaf because I drink like a whole pot a day but then I realized I loved myself.”

He looks over at her and wants to tell her that this wasn’t on purpose but he knows better than that. It is. He wouldn’t have brought her here if he’d minded. So he knows that’s a goddamn lie. He lets out a slow breath between his lips.

“I don’t usually but I like spending time with you. And regardless of you being a reporter I don’t find you particularly nosy.” Dixon doesn’t expect the horse story and he doesn’t mean to laugh but he does sort.

“Oh well that explains everything.” He grins, playfully bumping her shoulder. “Do you still like horses?”

Ivy couldn’t help but smile a bit when he told her he enjoyed her company. It was nice- refreshing if you will. Daniel and her were in some sort of strange rut of arguments and it was almost as if she forgot someone could actually enjoy spending time with her. “Who would’ve thought you’d take somewhat of a liking to some strange girl in your bar at three PM huh?” She joked, toying around. “Well that’s good, I really do try my best not to be.” She noted, nodding softly. “Overbearing, nit-picky, or - I don’t know I guess anal is what I usually get.” The brunette gave him a half-smile. As of lately, ever since she moved into the new apartment, that’s how she had been feeling. “But hey, all that is how I earned my job and I wouldn’t trade that for the world.” She affirmed, more hoping she’d believe herself rather than him believe what she was saying. The brunette took a deep breath and took a sip of her coffee. And here comes the stress. Seemed to spark up whenever she thought about the state of her relationship as of right now,

Laughter. Her bit of silent was broken by a.. chuckle? That was surely new. The man had some sort of charm that seemed to banish Ivy’s stress when she was around him. That was never something she gotten from someone before - a sense that her world could stop for an afternoon and it wouldn’t fall apart at the seams. “Oh shut up.” She hushed, with a closed lip grin on her features. “They’re kind of still my favorite animal.” She confessed, enjoying the light-hearted conversation more than she’d let on. “But don’t tell anyone I’d hate to be the horse girl on top of the nosy reporter.” She joked, smiling a dash brighter than before. She was having fun. “Don’t worry I won’t make you pinky promise this time. Two pinky promises in one day.. that’s a bit intense.” The sound of her cell ringtone rang through the air, buzzing on the table. Daniel’s face popped up on her phone, his caller I.D photo of the pair in each others arms prominent on the screen. How’s that for a slap back to reality, the girl thought. “Sorry.” She scrambled, picking up her phone and denying the call before sliding it into her purse. Ivy didn’t understand why she felt the want to hide the fact she was with Daniel from the boy. Obviously she told him of her relationship but other than that she never really wanted to discuss it with Dixon at all, in fact she didn’t even really want him seeing it- hence the phone being so quickly discarded. Ivy could feel a sense of guilt tugging at her stomach, she wasn’t doing anything wrong though.. yet if Daniel knew where she was he’d go off the rails. “Anyways.” The brunette hummed, returning her attention to Dixon.

#dixon #c

dixoncalloway :

Dixon hums a little under his breath and takes another sip of his coffee. His cup is almost empty and he wants to get another cup but Ivy is leaning pretty close to him; he’d probably end up jostling her and her own cup if he got up. So he settles for now and sets his cup against his thigh, glancing around at his art.

“It’s fine,” He assures her, looking down at her. “I understand that’s part of the job when it comes to journalism.” He winks. “I can appreciate the excitement, it’s just…the article isn’t for me. That’s a hint that I should probably keep bothering galleries until they see my art though, otherwise the only show is in here.”

He clears his throat when she mentions his mother and God, what a mistake. First his art, now this. He wasn’t sure what it was about her–he just felt like talking in a way he’d never had with someone else before. He wanted to make a joke about how his word vomit was probably the magic of her being a great reporter but, it got lost under his tongue.

He didn’t talk about his parents and yet, he couldn’t say no to her now. Not when it was his own fault that he brought it up. Dixon treads carefully, however, still keeping some cards close to his chest.

“I was,” He looks over at her. “She used to take photos for National Geographic. Nature, mostly.”

And now she’s hit a weird spot for him, surly. Ivy felt like an asshole for prying. But for some reason there wasn’t much of an awkwardness in the air at all, or at least she didn’t feel it. “National Geographic. That’s impressive. A very talented woman.” She noted, still holding a somewhat soft expression but not one of sorry. She grazed over the past tense he was using, there was no need to focus on his loss but rather who she was- maybe it could shed some positive on where the conversation had turned. “I guess talent runs in the family. Two artists.” She smiled warmly, but not over the top. Ivy bit her tongue as she was about to ask if his father was an artist as well, but she didn’t want to trespass into more family territory. It felt somewhat guarded. The brunette got up, holding her coffee cup, she out stretched her hand for Dixon’s glass as well before heading back into the kitchen where she had watched him pour the coffee originally. She poured another cup for them both. She almost worried doing so would make her appear a bit rude, walking around his home like she wasn’t a stranger to it. The girl carefully walked back to the couch, two now full cups grasped in the sleeves of her sweater, and handed one gracefully to Dixon. “I appreciate the mutual caffeine addiction.” She joked quietly before taking a long sip. “I agree, badgering he galleries is something you should most definitely continue doing.” She wanted to tell him she’d go with him, make calls, use her connections - but she had already over stepped with the news story charade. When Ivy got passionate about something, especially something her friends were doing, she would go off like a circuit and put her all into whatever she was contributing - usually going a bit over the top if she was being honest, but the girl couldn’t help it. She loved to see the people she cared for succeed.

Ivy took a breath in. “Thank you for sharing your art with me.” She said quietly but genuinely. The girl got the feeling he didn’t do that often which led her to be a little confused why she was so lucky as to. “Up until I was about- uhm, twelve I wanted to be a horse.” She stated plainly. “Then my sister told me I’d be made into glue if I did. And I’ve been pretending I’m allergic to Elmer's ever since. It still terrifies me. I haven’t touched a glue stick in years.” She told him with a flat tone. He shared and so would she. Brown eyes staring straight at him she let her sentence hang for a little before her expressions crackled into a small chuckle. “So that’s me.”

#dixon #c #sorry this got long #dont feel like u have to matccch

kendall-monroe :

“It smells like a Whole Foods exploded in here. I usually just eat my avocados.”

“Hello to you to.” Ivy replied, turning her head back to face the TV. “And- I like to wear mine. No harm no foul right?” The brunette raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you should try it sometime.”

#kendall #c

dangraceful :

Daniel stopped walking, pulling her over to the side where they wouldn’t block the walk way. Fuck a reservation. “But do you want that?” He asked her, a bit too confrontational. “You just asked me if it’d be more noticeable. Obviously you don’t want anyone to notice it at all if you have to cover it up all the time.” He let go of her hand, crossing his arms over his chest. Now he was angry. “If you don’t want the tattoo, just say that. You don’t need to pussyfoot around the truth just to avoid hurting my fucking feelings. I’m a grown ass man, Ivy, I can handle my shit.”

And she was pulled aside. Ivy was confused as he jolted her over, not sure what all his fuss was about. They had reservations to get to. The brunettes brows furrowed when he asked her his question. Why was he making this such a big issue? It seemed as if he wanted to argue. She squinted a bit, surly looking at him like he had told her that her head was on backwards. “What?” She asked, almost in an annoyed tone. “Are you serious? Is this actually something you’re about to get upset over Daniel?” She voiced. “For work. I asked that because of work. It’s not very professional looking on screen. That’s the end of that. There’s no deeper meaning so I don’t know why you’re looking for one.” She replied in a very matter-of-factly rhythm. “If I didn’t want the tattoo I would’ve gotten it removed.” She stated. “If you’re a grown man, start acting like one. Come on, we have a reservation to get to.” She was ending that there. Ivy tried to be understanding but something so small like this? She couldn’t just pretend it didn’t annoy her. At the end of her sentence she moved from where he had pulled them and began walking down the side-walk again, opening her palm up for him to take it.

#daniel #c

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ivycrowley:

Ivy stared at him, studying his face as he brought his own thumb to her chin, she didn’t giggle as he did though. No, she merely looked at him, right into his eyes with a rather strange intensity that she didn’t know the source of. Then extremely casually said - “Katherine Hepburn?” Ivy spoke, curious yet intrigued. “Forgive me if I sound ignorant but I wasn’t even aware she had a sister.” The brunette sipped her coffee, the glass hiding her grin. Ivy felt a bit embarrassed when he said he didn’t see what others had said they did, she felt stupid for bringing it up. But she felt comfortable wit him.. - she reminded herself that it was okay. Ivy scooted a bit closer to him on the couch as she got more invested and excited in him pursuing his talents. “You should! Dixon you so should! I could do a news story on it, get you exposure. You’re stuff.. this would take off like wild fire. The world needs to see this stuff.” She said, even closer to him before. Not purposely of course, she didn’t even notice it herself.

Ivy doesn’t know what Audrey had a sister and honestly, that’s not the first time he’s heard that. In his opinion, Audrey was more dramatic than funny, which is why she got more attention. Katharine seemed to slip under the radar and that’s why he liked her.

He realizes that telling Ivy about this gallery stuff might be a mistake. She’s instantly excited, which makes him smile and she quickly closes the distance between them on the couch. He takes a sip of coffee and watches her, amusedly, before shaking his head. As a reporter, she was going to be like a dog with a bone with this story.

“I’m not sure if my art is really newsworthy, but I appreciate your enthusiasm.” He smiles, tapping the tip of her nose with his finger.

Dixon sinks further back into the couch and lets out a soft sigh as he looks at his art, his hands warm around the cup of coffee resting in his lap. A news story though, wouldn’t that be something, even in a place as small as New Quinton.

“Though a news story would probably make my mom proud.” And it’s out of his mouth before he can stop it.

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“My enthusiasm isn’t easily earned, you’ll come to learn that.” She replied, nodding her head towards him a bit. She scrunched her nose up when he tapped it, reaching back for her coffee cup and taking another sip of it. Ivy gave up the idea of the news story, or at least decided to let it rest. If Dixon was hiding his art in his home like so- she should’ve considered he wouldn’t want it broadcasted to the town. “I’m sorry, I can get a bit over excited about things which in turn sometimes makes me a little .. pushy.” She chuckled just a bit and looked around for something she could use as a coaster. When she couldn’t find anything she reached into her purse and pulled out a napkin, folding it over and few times until it was a perfect square. She placed it on the table and then set her cup on it. It didn’t seem like coasters were a necessity here, but she was a sucker for them.

His mother? Ivys eyebrows furrowed a bit when he finished his sentence. Maybe the news story wasn’t a lost cause of an idea after all. But as much as she wanted to utalize what he had said as leverage to create a news story, she wasn’t going to. Not with him. Very calmly the girl replied. “I’m sure it would. Parents love to see their children on television. Good or bad coverage, trust me I’ve seen both.” She smiled softly. “Are you close with your mother?”

#mobile #sorry this is probably messy #dixon #c

dangraceful

ivycrowley:

“Interesting.” She smiled. “Of course you were able to sketch up something amazing, you’re insanely talented.” Ivy complimented, rubbing her thumb on top of his. “Busy man. So attractive.” She gleamed, happy his work was really taking off. She always thought Daniel was a talented artist, there was no way she’d have let him tattoo her if he wasn’t. Ivy looked over the small heart on her wrist. “I don’t know. It’s kind of faded, which is a good thing, it’s much easier to cover up when I go on air. Do you think if you re-touch it it’d be any more noticeable?” She asked attentively.

Daniel tried not to act hurt when she said that the tattoo fading was a good thing. “You don’t like it?” He knew his work wasn’t his best back then, but every time he looked at that tattoo on Ivy’s wrist it reminded him of how in love with her he was back then. “What’s wrong with it being seen on air? Who cares? Doesn’t that fuckin’ weather girl have that stupid bike on her wrist? It’s just a heart, it’s not like I drew a dick on your arm.” He didn’t want to get frustrated with her again, but without even trying to it seemed like they were about to be back on each other’s nerves.

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Ivy chuckled a bit. “Yes, she does have a bike on her wrist, but see that’s why she earned your title of ‘that fucking weather girl with the stupid bike’.” The brunette replied. She was a bit taken back when he asked if she liked her tattoo, the boy was so reactive sometimes. “Babe- “ she began “I love my tattoo. I remember everything about the day you gave it to me. If I’m being honest I even remember getting goosebumps from you holding my wrist.” She was a little embarrassed admitting that to him but she did none the less. “I have an image to uphold honey, it’s work you-“ Her voice stopped for a moment, watching his face, “You know what, yes I’d love if you could go over it. I’m running out of concealer anyways, I could just up the coverage a bit with the new one. Falls coming up soon too which means I’m back to my blazers thank god. Maybe then you can actually draw a penis on my arm.” She joked, the words sounding a bit strange coming from her mouth.

#lol ivy saying penis instead of dick #daniel #dan is such a puppy #also im on mobile forgive me

dixoncalloway :

Out of everything he expects, it’s not that. He thinks she’s going to be sweet and say nice things–that’s what most people do regardless of the situation they’re in but Ivy takes it a step further and.

It’s really nice to feel validated about his art.

He ducks his head a little and smiles and he will deny all day that blush kisses the back of his neck and his cheeks.

And she appreciates Audrey Hepburn, which also goes a long way in his books. He’s a sucker for classic movies, especially older black and white ones–he’s pretty sure he’s got a 90 year old woman spirit for that one but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I prefer Katharine Hepburn myself,” He grins, “But Audrey is just as great.” He tilts his head to look at her and pretends to judge, even goes as far to tip her chin with his thumb. “Hmm, I don’t…see it.” He grins. “I’m just teasing, I can see it a little bit. I think you’ve got Katharine’s attitude though. She was sassy and strong; definitely didn’t take shit.”

He sips his coffee and smiles, leaning back into the couch.

“I’m trying to get my art into the town square gallery.”

#dixon #c

dixoncalloway :

Dixon clears his throat and right, stop pacing you moron and finally just, relaxes, lets the tension slip right out from his shoulders. Ivy’s right and he knows that deep down, if he wasn’t comfortable with her being here then he wouldn’t have brought her.

You don’t mind if she sees your art.

“I uh, sorry,” He smiles and leans against his kitchen table, watching her examine paintbrushes. “If I’m being honest I don’t really bring people around here and I sure as hell don’t show them my art.”

He moves to the kitchen to keep himself busy and makes himself ( and her, if she wants it) a cup of coffee before he sits down on his couch with her. He hands her the cup and licks his lips.

“I do a lot of mixed media art, like painting and I like working with newspaper.” He shrugs his one shoulder. “I’m not very good but I like doing it. So it’s worth my time.”

It reminds him of his mother, before she died. And…it’s…he feels more connected to his parents as a whole, who they used to be before his dad crawled inside a bottle.

“My favorite is in the corner over there.” He waits for her reaction but…he has the feeling it’ll be positive. Even if it’s not her thing, Ivy is kind. She’s sweet. He likes being around her, reminds him that everything isn’t so terrible.

“Some people don’t like art,” He says, “But it’s all subjective, you know?”

Ivy hummed for a moment after he spoke. “That’s a shame, this stuff is..-” she picked up a piece and looked it over for a while. “- it’s fantastic. Really Dixon. You’re very talented. But i suppose I can’t judge you, I’ve always been a stickler for privacy myself.” She admitted, placing the work down. “Oh- thank you.” Ivy hushed as she took the warm cup into her hands. “Staying true to the whole psychological bartender image I see.” She chuckled a bit and took a long sip for the brown liquid. “Coffee is my blood-line, especially black so - thank you again.” Ivy mentioned, shaking her head a bit at herself. The brunette adverted her attention from the coffee to the piece he deemed his favorite work. He was not wrong, it was totally worthy of favoritism. Her red stained lips parted just slightly when she took a look at it. “Audrey Hepburn.” She noted, her smile growing a bit noticably. “Wow that’s wonderful.” Her compliment spilled out effortlessly. “You know what’s kind of funny? Also disclaimer I could sound completely narcissistic here, “ she chuckled a bit, “ -i’ve been told a couple times that I resemble her. I mean I don’t quite see it, neither does my mother but - apparently some do.” She shrugged, feeling a bit embarrassed she brought that up - but it was relevant to the conversation..- yes? “I think that’s what I like most about it. How subjective it all is. I mean I could look at a piece and be filled with sadness where as you standing next to me could be overjoyed from it..- it’s really fascinating.”

#dixon #c

dixoncalloway :

Dixon puts his paintbrushes in the sink and rubs the back of his neck as Ivy gets a look at his works. Something he usually has set away but, once again, he wasn’t expecting company. No one really knows this about him, that he likes to paint. Annabel kind of knows but she’s never seen any of his work. And there’s a reason for that.

It’s not that he’s afraid of rejection; art is so subjective, anyways. So many artists strive to be liked to create something worthwhile. Honestly? He just wants to paint what he wants and maybe get into a gallery to pay him. That’s what he’s trying to work on now.

“Uh, suppose you could say that.” He says to her first question, watching her peruse half finished canvases. He picks up some pastels, dirty water glasses and clears a place on the couch for her to sit if she wants.

“It’s starving artist, actually. And clearly,” He waves his arms around to indicate his trailer. “doing that.”

He supposes it’s too late to put this shit away now that she’s seen it.

“You like art?”

“You don’t have to tidy up.” Ivy smoothly and calmly said as she looked around, taking a second to pick up a random brush and look at it. “Seriously, relax? I can feel your anxiety” Who was this talking? Ivy was usually on the receiving end of that sentence. Something about Dixon made her feel different than she usually did. It was - it was strange but it certainly wasn’t something she’d be complaining about. Ivy rounded around the couch and sat down as he suggested. “Right, starving artist.” She corrected herself, a bit embarrassed she had gotten it wrong.” She looked over at him and warmly smiled, nodding. “I do.” She replied. “Of course I do. Do some people not like art? I always figured it was a pretty universal thing, at least for somewhat intelligent people.” She chuckled a bit. “What kind of stuff do you like to do? Paint wise.”

Ivy couldn’t understand why he was keeping this little treasure cave so quiet, he was clearly very talented. “A favorite work.. possibly?”

#dixon #c

dangraceful :

“He wanted an octopus tribal tattoo on his shoulder,” Daniel said matter-of-factly. Someone had come in for a consult for that tattoo, but it just hadn’t been today. “I was able to sketch him up something he really liked so we set up an appointment for the end of the month since I’m all booked up right now. I think it’s gonna be pretty cool, I don’t do too much tribal work,” lately Dan had been really proud of his work. He’d been tattooing on his own for almost two years now and he could see his own improvement in every piece he did. Thinking back to a few of his early tattoos, he picked up Ivy’s hand and turned over her wrist to see the tiny heart he did in the very beginning on their relationship. “You ever think about letting me touch this up? My lines are a little wobbly,” he asked her, both out of genuine curiosity and also hoping to change the subject from what he’d been doing today.

#dan #c

dangraceful :

Daniel leaned even further over the couch, laughing as he stuck out his tongue and acted as though he was going to lick her cheek. “Aww come here! Just one!” He laughed again as grabbed her fists in his hands, covering them easily. “Whatcha gonna do now, huh? How you gonna stop me now?”

“Dan!” Ivy shrieked when he tried to lick her face. She scruntched up her nose when he enclosed her fists and wiggled her arms, attempting to throw his hands off. “Fuck you for being strong!” She protested through chuckling. “This!” Ivy kicked the blanket off of her legs and trapped his torso with her legs pulling him over the couch.

#dan #c

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