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Just like old times. (Rooney&Blade)
drewmoorefck:
“Yeah, well, I love it.” Blade smiled lightly, taking it as he held both paintings in his hands. “When did you start painting? I remember when we first met you didn’t really like painting.”
“I love you,” she muttered, completely unaware that she said it out loud. “Yeah well, we met when we were pretty young,” she pointed out, a small laugh escaping her. “I think it was after you left. I was a natural from the start, really”
Just like old times. (Rooney&Blade)
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Rooney clenched her jaw, her fist tightening around the money. She knew it was for the painting, but she still had trouble accepting it as no one had handed her this kind of money before. “Fine,” she grumbled, shoving it in her pocket. “At least pick another painting out?” she suggested, not liking the idea of him having spent so much on a single painting.
“Well..” Blade looked at the others, nodding his head. “The one on the left of you and Dawson. I’ll take that one too.” He told her, smiling a bit as he held onto the first painting.
Rooney looked back at the paintings, unsure of which he meant. It was an old one, done before he got sick. "God that is an old painting," she muttered, picking it up and handing it to him. "Almost forgot about it."
Just like old times. (Rooney&Blade)
drewmoorefck:
“Yes you can.’ He took the money back, but handed it right back to her. "Just take it. It’ll help me sleep at night.” He lightly smiled, “Just take the damn money.”
Rooney clenched her jaw, her fist tightening around the money. She knew it was for the painting, but she still had trouble accepting it as no one had handed her this kind of money before. “Fine,” she grumbled, shoving it in her pocket. “At least pick another painting out?” she suggested, not liking the idea of him having spent so much on a single painting.
Just like old times. (Rooney&Blade)
drewmoorefck:
“I’ll buy it.” He fished his wallet out, and opened it up, fishing out 700 bucks. “Here. And don’t even try handing it back, because I won’t accept it.” Blade was serious too. He put her through a lot, and he wanted her to have a bit of cash on her. It really wasn’t much to him since he plays a set almost 5 days out of the week.
“I can’t accept $700!” she groaned after she counted the money. “I said $200, so here,” she said, taking $200 out and holding the rest out to him. “The painting isn’t nearly worth even what I have it listed for. So take the money back.”
Just like old times. (Rooney&Blade)
drewmoorefck:
Blade looked around her room, a small frown on his lips as he looked at the clothes and toys all about her room. He sighed softly, and made his way towards her paintings, in awe of her artistic ability. “Rooney.. these are amazing!” Blade smiled, walking towards a peculiar one that struck out to him. “How much for this one?” He asked, pointing at it.
Rooney walked over to the painting in question, looking on the back for what she priced it at. It was originally $500, but she wasn’t about to make him pay full price. “$200,” she said, after thinking for a moment.
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☑:something my muse has accomplished that they're proud of
Despite everything, I’m proud of my son, and how I was able to raise him in the short time we had together. I’ll always be proud of him.
☺:three things that make my muse happy
Art, Blade, and memories of Dawson.
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Just like old times. (Rooney&Blade)
rooneydaniels
“If you have some dumb plan to reunite us, don’t even think about it. I haven’t seen them since the funeral and I’d like to keep it that way,” she grumbled, finishing her food and then going to put both plates in the dishwasher. “Yeah! I’ve got loads up in my room. Let me get the kitchen cleaned up and then I’ll show you what I have,” she said, quickly getting the pans in the dishwasher and the table cleared off. “Alright, that’ll do it for now. C’mon,” she said, leading him upstairs and to her room.
“Nah, Nah. I know what they’ve put you through. I wouldn’t wanna do that to you.” He nodded his head, and got up, leaving his laptop closed on the table as he stretched, watching her clean up a bit. “Alright.” Blade nodded his head, following her. He walked beside her in the soroity house, looking around. The place was huge and beautiful, and very well kept. Beta was somewhat well kept, but a bunch of dudes lived in there, and he really didn’t mind when a place was messy.
Rooney looked up at him as she approached her door. "There's a lot of Dawson-related things in here. So, brace yourself," she warned as she opened the door. The room almost looked as if there was still a little boy who lived there; toys strewn across the floor, toddler clothes in the hamper, just things she didn't have the heart to clean up yet. On one side of the room were various canvasses, all with something sketched or painted on them. "The ones with frames are going to the gallery and the ones without are ones I'm gonna sell on eBay or etsy."
Just like old times. (Rooney&Blade)
drewmoorefck:
“Just wondering.” He smiled a bit, getting up as he picked up his plate and put it in the sink. “Do you have some art work I can look at? You know, before the art show?”
“If you have some dumb plan to reunite us, don’t even think about it. I haven’t seen them since the funeral and I’d like to keep it that way,” she grumbled, finishing her food and then going to put both plates in the dishwasher. “Yeah! I’ve got loads up in my room. Let me get the kitchen cleaned up and then I’ll show you what I have,” she said, quickly getting the pans in the dishwasher and the table cleared off. “Alright, that’ll do it for now. C’mon,” she said, leading him upstairs and to her room.
Just like old times. (Rooney&Blade)
“Never.” He said, finishing his plate as he closed his laptop. “Except for.. you know.” He looked at her, “Uh, if you don’t mind me asking, where are your parents now?”
"Well yeah, except for that," she said, almost having forgotten that they've been broken up for three years. She shrugged, not really caring about her parents. "Living in Brooklyn, I think. Why?"
Just like old times. (Rooney&Blade)
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“Hey,” she whispered, moving to the seat next to him. She took his hand and sighed, lacing their fingers together. “You staying wouldn’t have made a difference. As much as I’d like to believe otherwise…he still would have gotten sick. He still would have had too short a life. But I know our Dawson, and he would have loved you just as much as I do. Probably more if that’s even possible,” she said with a soft laugh, kissing his forehead.
Blade nodded his head, sighing softly as he tried to get off the subject. “Well.. I know.” He got back on his computer, setting up a playlist. “So. you sure you still wanna go to Copperhead with me?” He asked her, “It’s a three day music festival.”
Rooney frowned slightly, nodding. "Why wouldn't I?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. "When have I ever missed out on a chance to see you perform?"
rileyxoxospencer:
“…so uh, yeah. That’s why I shaved my head.”
“Riley...I’m so sorry. I’m here if you need anything, okay?”
Do you still love Blade?
Very much so.
Just like old times. (Rooney&Blade)
drewmoorefck:
He looked at the teddy bear, and his heart broke. The teddy bear looked just like the one he use to have as a kid.. What the hell. “I.. thank you.” he gently took it, and held it in his hands, observing it as he listened to her talk about him. “I think.. this is good.” He wiped away a tear that ran down his cheek as he set the bear in his lap, taking another bite of some food.
“Hey,” she whispered, moving to the seat next to him. She took his hand and sighed, lacing their fingers together. “You staying wouldn’t have made a difference. As much as I’d like to believe otherwise...he still would have gotten sick. He still would have had too short a life. But I know our Dawson, and he would have loved you just as much as I do. Probably more if that’s even possible,” she said with a soft laugh, kissing his forehead.
Just like old times. (Rooney&Blade)
drewmoorefck:
“Yeah, he’s eight months old, and he’s a firecracker.” He chuckled, gulping a bit at her words. He really wished he would have stayed. You would think she would know by now how guilty he felt for leaving her. “Oh, uh.. Okay.” Blade nodded, looking at his laptop as he opened up his music program and downloaded some samples. When he heard her voice again, he looked up, and saw a baby book. He gently took it, and held it in his hands, reading his full name over and over. He still couldn’t get over it. “I’ll look at it tomorrow.” He told her, putting it aside as he sighed.
Rooney nodded, sitting back down and eating a bit. “Okay..yeah,” she said. Behind her back was a small teddy bear, one of Dawson’s favorites. She held it out to him. “This as well. He slept with it almost every night. I have all of his stuff in storage, so if you want anything just let me know. He was your son too. You deserve to have a little piece of him just as much as I do,” she commented, running a hand through her short hair.
Just like old times. (Rooney&Blade)
drewmoorefck:
When she said their kids name, his heart skipped a beat and he took in a sharp breath. But he calmed down, and just nodded his head, eating some food and sipping a bit on the wine. “I see.. Makes sense. Putting your kids first.. is a good thing.” Blade hoped this wouldn’t turn into another fight like when he first got here. God he didn’t want that. “Did.. Did you see my twitter post?” Blade asked her, getting his phone out as he showed her a picture of him and his nephew. “This is my nephew, Ryder..”
Rooney looked down at her lap as he spoke, nodding slowly. “Yeah, well, it didn’t do much good,” she muttered, immediately regretting that sentence. Their got almost twice the lifespan the doctors said he would, after all. She smiled softly at the picture, sniffling a bit. “He’s adorable,” she said truthfully. “Oh, I actually have something for you,” she said, standing up. “I’ll be right back,” she added, heading up to her room. A few moments later she came back with a scrapbook, handing it to him. “It’s his baby book. I documented everything he did. There’s a DVD of his first steps, his first words, his first smile. I got everything,” she explained, sitting back down.
