#conflictingrealities

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"you saw the messed up parts of me & stayed."

Taking his hand, she pulls him closer. “Jefferson, you’ve been through so much. Do you honestly think I would choose to hurt you even further? I love you. I’m not going to do that to you.”

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'I wish I had a fuck to spare, but I dont.'

“Then you can fucking get out.”

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"It reminded me of you."

Tink stares down at the painting he’d handed to her, a smile growing on her face. It looks like a painting of Neverland, and it makes her smile even more. “Thank you. I love it.” 

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"I just need an excuse to hang out with you."

She giggles. “Oh, Jefferson. You know you don’t have to come up with a reason to hang out. Just show up.”

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"My most dangerous habit is trusting."

They were drinking, which is probably not a very good idea. But they were in a confessing mood. “I think that might be mine as well.” 

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"Can I kiss you?" ( D: )

At first, she was a little confused. They had always been friends, but she also always thought her little crush on him was just that. Nothing more. And she certainly didn’t believe he would ever return her feelings. Yet, there he was. Asking to kiss her, and her answer a yes. An absolutely, positively yes. But Tinkerbell didn’t form those words. Instead, she smiled and placed a hand on his cheek. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss. After a few seconds, she pulled back, still smiling. “You didn’t really have to ask, you know.”

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[wildflamescarlett]

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“Jefferson,” Scarlett seeming exclaimed as she saw the man, “you’re a rare sight. Not a particularly bad one either.” She laughed a bit as she crossed her arms and leaned on the counter. “Looking for something in particular in my Gift Shop?”  

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“Well––––”  It’s a slow drawl, drawn out far beyond the natural length of the syllable in order to mask her surprise. Hatter had failed to take note of his approach until he’d already arrived, and she does so hate being caught off guard.  “––––just look what the cat dragged in. Or hat, should I say?”

( Smirks, amused by her own joke; she’s hilarious. )

The half-finished hat she’d been fiddling with prior to his arrival is tossed aside with artful carelessness as she swivels to face him.  “What brings you back again? And I do hope it isn’t for tea––––we’ve entirely run out of room until next week at the earliest.”