#dexfitz

[andtherewillcomesoftrains]

moodboard - dex&bobbi

                                Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do

[marslarx]

F.U.B.A.R.

WHO: marley & @dexfitz​ WHAT: supply run WHEN: beginning of winter, 2019 WHERE: two-story mini market

PART I . . .

DEXTER:

      He was analytical to a fault, blue gaze ever watchful of the shadows which danced against the almost eerily purifying snow that had blanketed the place. Any other time, Dexter would have enjoyed the snow. That was one of the things he had missed while he was on tour overseas, the snow. It had always been his favorite, especially when Stephanie was smaller and was able to go sledding with him while their parents sat inside talking with their colleagues. It was their special moment, the first fresh snow, Dexter missed it. 

      There was a beautiful snow that covered the overgrown and dilapidating building, he was sure it was a pharmacy or two level market and it seemed as if the loading docks hadn't been touched. Which really didn't mean a whole lot where Dexter was concerned. There was always danger and it was everywhere.

      His gaze shifted from the building to the brunette he'd been partnered with; she'd been in the Sanctuary longer than he and she'd been doing these 'runs' longer but he was still wary on her skill. Dexter would have preferred to do this alone but he understood the necessity of partnership. None of her time or experienced mattered really, neither did Dexter's and becoming a Marine certainly was not a picnic in the woods. 

      The tall scruffy man shifted his pack some and returned his gaze to the building, the obstacle they were to master in order to get supplies for the rest. "We should check out the building first, secure the perimeter." He nodded, mostly to himself and as if that were the only option they had for their scavenging mission.

MARLEY:

      The world was quiet around them --too quiet, where the only noises to be heard were their feet crunching in the snow and their own breathing. It left an uneasy feeling in her gut, like getting here had been too simple, too fast, without enough having gone wrong. She felt like they would have to pay for their easy journey before they returned to the Sanctuary, one way or another. 

      There were many happy memories of winters and Christmases spent with her father in their Chicago home, but none of them filled her head then. She had shut them out long ago, locked into a small, dark corner of her brain that was not to be looked into ever again, if she could help it. This was her life, now. This is what winter would be for her, from now on. Remembering would do her no good.

      Marley glanced at Dexter when he spoke, only for a moment long enough to offer him a nod and continue surveying the world around them. Regardless of specific skill or experience, anyone who had made it this far without being in a place like the Sanctuary had to have had something valuable for survival. Between the pair of them, at the very least, no one could say they weren't paying attention. 

      So she made a round of the building, checking in windows and searching for emergency exit routes, should the need arise. She counted at least five of the dead roaming the ground floor, though there certainly could have been more, but there were only two up top. When she rounded the corner back to where they'd began, she nodded to an old dumpster they could use to climb into the second story window. "At least five of 'em below, only saw two slow ones up top. We should stay up there if we can." Another gesture towards the dumpster, and she was off at a steady pace, stepping first on the sides of her feet before rolling onto the balls of her toes so she was silent, even in the snow.

DEXTER:

      As Mars went around the building, despite his wariness to not separate them, Dexter went to check out the loading dock. Per his previous observation, the garage like door had not been tampered with, however, that didn't mean nothing had happened or that it hadn't already been ransacked but there was a chance of supplies. Sniffling thoughtfully Dex nodded as Mars returned and reported on her observation. A wise gaze wandered over the building, his head nodding as she gestured and moved off, there was a twinge in his chest, moving without orders, but this wasn't the Marines. 

      Clearing his throat Dexter shifted his pack one more time, gaze moving over their surroundings before he followed Marley towards the dumpster, eyes scanning the fire escape which was half encompassed by vines covered in fresh snow. The clothing was only slightly limiting but the brisk weather made Dexter wish he had a third layer. Maybe he'd see if he could pick up another layer of some sort. Reaching the dumpster the Marine squatted down some to offer his hands as a boost to Marley, first putting a finger to his lips to signal they needed to be as quiet as possible climbing on the snow covered metal dumpster, hopefully a boost would aid in their silence. "Be careful," he spoke, sincerity in his deep blue gaze, this was more than a mission for supplies and Dex would be fucking damned if he let anything happen to his partner, whether or not she felt the same didn't matter, he was loyal to a fault.

MARLEY:

      Unsurprisingly to anyone who had met Marley, she would not have fared well in the Marines, or anything like it. Though she was physically capable of great exertion, she had never been one to take orders well. In fact, her entire upbringing had circled around the idea that authority ought to be questioned, and her father's proudest moment was the first time (of many) that his daughter turned the line of questioning onto him.  Naturally, now that the world had gone upside down, Mars had only taken her independence even further any chance she found. 

      She glanced back at him, resisting the urge to narrow her eyes at the tone of his voice. It bothered her more that he DIDN'T sound like he was scolding her, or expecting her not to take care, but that he sounded... like he meant it. Instead, she nodded and took his offer of help, bouncing off his hands and using her arms to catch her weight on the edge of the dumpster, moving as slowly as possible to avoid clanging about. Once up there, she adjusted her position so that she could offer Dexter her hand, and refused to consider the possibility that her brain would have normally told her was the most likely outcome ---that he would ignore the hand and make her look foolish, that she would have looked weaker for accepting his help when he hadn't done the same. She knew it didn't matter. It was easier to believe that when they were out here, in the cold, with their lives and those back at Sanctuary on the line.

DEXTER:

      Ever vigilant, Dexter's gaze watched their surroundings as Mars took his offer up on the dumpster, she was agile he would give her that. Even in his younger days, Dex would trust people too easily, be loyal to them as if he and they were the closest of friends when in reality they would simply use him for his kindness and the lengths he would go for those he considered friends. It was a weakness, he learned that eventually, the really fucking hard way, was scorned by love ad well. The only thing that ever really gave him anything promising was the Marines, it was a great part of his life, that and his sister. Now both of those were gone.

      Dexter had every intention of going in first this time, his brain worked in a strict manner; security, survival, and perseverance. Dex had survived thus far on pure instinct, the government spent to much time and money teaching him how to survive for him not to. 

      Glancing back at Mars he nodded up to the window and smirked slightly, "think you can hoist me up a bit?" There was a mild tone of teasing in his voice but he didn't push it too far, it wasn't that he didn't believe she could, she had also survived up to this point, Dex was sure she was strong. "I can pull myself up if you can get me to the edge. I'd like to secure the room."

MARLEY:

      In all and utter fairness, Marley was not exempt from being one of those people. She would do what she could (within reason) to help others --in this case, Dexter-- out of trouble (as long as the trouble wasn't too deep), and she would make sacrifices (small ones) for her partners' wellbeing. It took someone special, or a situation truly out of the ordinary, to get more than brief consideration out of Mars. She was, at her core, a survivor. She had done it on her own long before the infection spread, and she would continue to put herself first now ---maybe even to a more extreme degree. She only hoped their run would be as unevetful as could be expected, and that sort of duty wouldn't be asked of her. 

      She didn't miss his tone, and rolled her eyes good-naturedly in response. As she did so, she gave him the boost he needed to reach the edge, settling into a solid stance and thrusting him upwards in as much of a smooth, controlled motion as she could manage in the snow. A coating of ice had formed atop the old dumpster, and as she put in the effort, her foot slipped. For a moment, her throat tumbled into her guts, but the only noise she let out was a brisk inhale between her teeth. It all happened in the blink of an eye, but her reaction time was swift, and she braced the knee of her solid foot against the wall, re-balancing herself. She had, to her credit, not forgotten Dexter in her surprise, and cast a glance back up to him. She nodded, reassuring him that all was well on her end, and gave him a final shove up to the ledge of the window. 

      In a quiet, barely audible tone, she asked, "See anything new up there?"

[andtherewillcomesoftrains]

starter - @dexfitz

the sky was still dark when bobbi woke in a cold sweat, the phantom hands of the undead still scratching at her ankles and the scrapes on her palms bleeding as if they hadn’t healed nearly two years prior. she breathed shallow breaths, so as not to wake samuel in the next room over, and carefully climbed out of her bed.

getting dressed in the dark used to be difficult for her, back when shit first hit the fan, but two years of night terrors and little to no light allowed her to dress herself in the dark with nary a missed button. grabbing her threadbare coat, bobbi carefully crept downstairs, carefully missing that one creaky step, and headed out the door.

she just needed to get some fresh air to clear her head, at least that’s what she told herself. her venture wasn’t just because she wanted to find a solid person who wasn’t being torn to shreds in a nightmare, and she’d already bothered samuel too many times with her quiet cries of fear.

she found herself in front of the memorial center, staring silently at a wall she had neither the courage nor the kindness to pin the memory of her fiance to. instead she just stared.

[corvoscrime]

* DEXTEr GET It

“I pity the fuckin’ idiots who think I’m only interested in women. I mean, all you need to do is take one look at that fuckin’ man and holy shit... There are things, particular things... I think I need a cold shower.”

[butcheringbenny-blog]

All The Pain I’ll Ever Need || Dexter & Benny

dexfitz

A gasp of air dragging into his barren lungs.

A flash of light stretching his dark irises to diminish his pupils as his eyes flickered open into the afternoon sun.

Benny staggered forward and braced himself against the wall like something had just hit him square in the back. He’d been thrown back into himself from the safety of his nothingness up in the clouds and as he pushed his forehead into the brick of the wall he gradually filled himself back into his body like putting on a protective suit just as he’d become so accustomed to doing. 

He wore himself as though he was cumbersome and a heavy weight pressing down on his shoulders. 

Not knowing where he was or being able to remember the past few minutes, hours days or weeks - he didn’t know - Benny stood up from the wall. The wall had indented his brow and his jaw clenched to combat the shakes that held his body in an all-consuming grasp. He cast his dazed eyes about what he could only assume to be the desolate, deadly Red District. 

[corvoscrime]

loaded question

From the whispers he’d heard as a young boy, condemnation surrounded those who desired to sleep past noon; how the theory of exhausted bodies remaining within the cluttered fabric upon their beds would sentence you to mumbled words of dejection and irk; yet, here he was, believing he’d never discovered a sight so prepossessing.

A single fingertip traced a corkscrew silhouette across the other’s left bicep, the radiating warmth of a man who was enshrouded by the weighted quilt, the material tucked comfortably underneath his arm as he allowed his drowsy state to consume him. He groaned a little at the touch, the fatigue seeping from his lips as it twisted into a clement smile, eyelids still resting against one another as Cole’s relaxed state observed his tiresome features; how the shadow of his jaw only highlighted the attractiveness he so unassumingly possessed.

A humorous grin tore at the stoic expression of Cole Corvell; the very questionable words slipping from the opposite male as his curiosity became him. I thought you’d be gone; as did he. His intention to stay more than the several hours they’d spent together the previous night was a notion he’d set in concrete - until his dark hues had fell upon the other male and were utterly consumed by something so considerably more concerning than lust; a particular emotion somewhat foreign for the man with a heart formed from ice.

“So did I,” he responded, his unclothed torso shifting from the support he had from his left rib cage, rolling onto the comfort of his back and staring at a single crack within the ceiling; as if contemplating the entire situation for what it was. He paused briefly, his rugged jaw tilting in the direction of the other man, several words coursing through his veins which he’d simply shove to the furthest crevice of his mind; he didn’t wish to spoil their time with unnecessary confusion.

However, as a man who sought pleasure from asking the important questions in life, there was one thing in particular nestling into his thought process:

“Who’s better in bed - your ex or me?”

[itsjulietvalour]

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

Send me a sentence for my muse’s reaction.

“You sound like you have no faith in me, Dex. You wound me!” Juliet cried dramatically, admittedly, this was the first time she’d ever climbed over the wall, and she was absolutely terrified, but she wasn’t gonna let that show now, was she? She had a rep to protect.

“Come on, this isn’t even the worst part of what we’re doing, we’re gonna go find some infected and play with them.” She added, though this was a joke, she just wanted to see how the other would react. Immediately, her words were given the desired response, of a firm “no let’s not”, and she felt an almost wicked grin settle onto her lips.

“Then get the fuck down, we’re not actually playing with them, they find us and try to kill us. If you’re not prepared to do that, then get the fuck down now.”

[itsjulietvalour]

Turquoise

Send me a colour for your muse meeting mine when: turquoise - my muse is icy and distant.

Juliet could see Dex coming towards her, and honestly, she was not in the mood to deal with him. He seemed like someone who was perpetually happy, and perpetual happiness was not something she wanted to deal with today.

Today was the type of day that she hated, the day where all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry, or beat the shit out of someone. It was not the type of day where she wanted to be around people. Finally, Dex reached her, a smile on his face, though it was only met with a glare and her resting bitch face, a clear sign that he needed to leave her alone.

“You alright?” The question was dripping with concern, but it received only a bitter laugh in response. No, she wasn’t okay, what sort of stupid question was that? She shook her head, and ignoring the sound of her name being called, she turned and walked away. People didn’t matter, so she didn’t care. Why should she?