#interaction.dylan

[sagefranklin]

— dylan westwick dylan's home, claret park.

It was funny, how much of Atlas' life seemed to be tied to the neighborhood, despite the man living in an entirely different one; his oldest daughter, his youngest daughter, his close friend... if she didn't know any better, she'd wonder if the man spent his free time just strolling the streets of Claret Park, picking up people to build a found family with. The thought alone was enough to make her laugh softly to herself as she made her way to Dylan's front door, not too far from her own home just a mile or two away. A box took up her right hand as her left hand reached up to knock on the door, a gift bag decorated with rainbows and newborn baby items gently swung from the place where it rested on her left arm with the action. Then, she stepped back until the door opened, cracking a gentle smile of greeting at the sight of the other woman. "Hi," Sage offered in a whispered greeting. "I hope now was a good time to drop off some things, I won't stay, just thought I'd get these two you before the two little ones end up in college."

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[emelinecormier]

— dylan westwick misty days flowers, downtown.

The dinner rush was over and Emmy was able to pass along closing duties to other employees in favor of making it out of the restaurant with decent time to get to the flower shop just a few blocks away before they closed too. She didn't always show up at Verda's during her nights in Claret Park, instead of her apartment downtown, with flowers, but that night she'd got it in her head that the other woman needed a fresh bouquet for her kitchen island and there was no alternative once she was stuck on it. Thankfully, she'd managed to squeeze in just half an hour before closing and spent the next ten minutes mulling about in the shop, trying to figure out which flowers would look best next to each other and which colors didn't completely clash together. The art of flowers was definitely never something she'd thought about and not her forte in the slightest. In the end, she reached forward to grab a premade bouquet of Ver's favorite roses, knowing the woman would love them, and turned the corner when her eyes caught sight of a familiar face near the checkout line. "Dylan?" Emmy questioned as she approached, brows furrowed curiously as her gaze dropped slightly lower on the woman's body before quickly bouncing back up, offering a joke with a soft chuckle, "I swear that isn't mine."

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[mollywilliams]

— dylan westwick friday night, performance arts festival.

Leaning against a tree, off to the side of the crowd that had gathered for the comedian currently cracking jokes on the large stage that had been constructed for the event, Molly found herself nursing the slushie she'd scored moments earlier, the airplane bottle of vodka she'd added only highlighting the sour apple flavor she'd chosen to go with. There was a moment when she thought she caught a glance of a familiar face out of the corner of her eye, only to turn her gaze toward the woman and realize that she did, in fact, know her. "Dylan!" She called out, loudly, despite being only a few feet from the person in question. It was easier than leaving her spot against the tree to track the other down to talk, though talking to the woman who was once her mortal enemy had to be more entertaining than the cheesy jokes coming from the man on the stage. "Long time no see, huh? Check it out," She lifted her previously broken wrist in the other's direction. "Cast free now."

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[sagefranklin]

— dylan westwick franklin house, claret park.

She'd made sure to take a moment and greet everyone that walked through the back fence or in the front door, make sure they knew where the drinks were and when food was going to be ready, but one person had managed to slip through her grasp and she waited for a time when it didn't look like the woman was otherwise occupied by someone else to approach her, offering her a soft smile of recognition. "It's Dylan, right?" Her expression crinkled just slightly, as though she was afraid of getting the answer wrong even though she was almost positive she'd heard someone call the other that at Atlas' house. "Sage. I don't think we've ever officially met." She held out her free hand that wasn't grasping the neck of the beer bottle she'd opened long ago and was still nursing, despite the alcohol inside being lukewarm at best. "I'm glad you stopped by, I hope Atlas didn't manhandle you into it, if he did I'll make sure to have a word with him later."

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[mollywilliams]

location: the williams’ house, bighorn hills. ugly sweater party. status: closed for @dylan-westwick​

“Well, look who the ugly cat dragged in. Or maybe it was just my brother’s girlfriend. Hard to tell the difference these days,” Molly chimed as she noticed Dylan walk through the door of her brother’s house, a red solo cup filled with whatever alcohol she could scrounge up around the house in her hands and donning the first Hanukkah themed ugly sweater she could find at the local thrift store. It wasn’t like she’d gone out of her way to seek the other out, in fact even in her already fuzzy state of mind she knew logically that she should avoid the other, yet circumstances seemed to make them destined to interact and who was she to ignore destiny. “So, you’re going to have to explain the situation you’ve got going on there,” the brunette waved a hand in the direction of Dylan’s outfit. “Oh, you want a drink first? I can scrounge up something, how rude of me to not offer that first.”

[mollywilliams]

location: bonfire bash, bighorn hills. status: closed for @dylan-westwick​

Molly noticed the familiar girl across the bonfire, joint tucked carefully behind her ear and safely nestled against her curls, leaving her brother to his own devices for a moment, she meandered her way through the crowd in an effort to approach the woman who she occasionally finds hanging out at Atlas’ house on occasion. “Dylan, right?” She pointed the top of her almost empty beer toward the other, brow furrowed in interest. “I almost didn’t recognize you outside of the four walls of my brother’s house.” Her arm slung around the other’s shoulders. “You know what, you should come hang with us. Like two peas in a pod, am I right? You and my brother, that is.” Glancing around in search of the spot she’d left her brother expression wrinkled. “Ah, shit. I lost him. You think it’d be easier to spot a giant in a crowd.”

[emelinecormier]

— dylan westwick emmy's apartment, downtown.

That night had been a rare attempt at getting a particular someone off of her mind since their meeting in the coffee shop just a week prior. She'd run into the woman she affectionately referred to as Georgia and let one thing turn into another in the name of distraction and while the attempt wasn't the worst form of distraction she'd ever attempted (in fact, for a woman who's name she didn't even know, it was actually decent), Emmy still found herself awake in the dead of night, spending minutes staring at the ceiling of the darkened room before she finally rolled out of bed, careful not to disturb the woman she left behind as she ran her hand through her hair and found a pair of sweatpants and a shirt she'd discarded a few nights before on the floor. She cast one last look at the other in her bed, the downtown area beneath her apartment casting a soft light through the room, making sure she hadn't managed to wake her up as she padded into the kitchen. It took a few seconds in the dark of the apartment to find a kool-aid pouch and a bag of cheetos, but once she did she was settled on the couch in no time, wondering if the power of infomercials at two in the morning would do any better at distracting her. It only took several infomercials, a half an hour, and the sound of movement from the door of her bedroom to make her realize that her plan b hadn't quite worked either. "Georgia," Emmy acknowledged the woman softly as she glanced her way, only noticing the outline of the other's figure by the light of the tv. "Sorry, I tried to let you sleep. It was the delicious smell of cheese sticks and the offer of an entire spin mop system for only twenty-four ninety-nine plus free shipping, wasn't it?"

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[emelinecormier]

location: cotton candy stan, fun fair. status: closed for @dylan-westwick​

“Georgia!” Emmy called out, bright smile widening on her lips as she approached the cotton candy cart, just dying to try the new flavors Stan whipped up just for the event. The familiar face in line in front of her caught her eye and she figured what better way to waste time waiting in a clearly popular line than to catch up with an old friend. “Win any races lately?”