wow — he doesn’t know how it got to this point, but wow. because here is dixon, pressing the softest of kisses to the scars that had surfaced since blake’s very eventful night yesterday — not that they would be there for long since they would heal over by the next day — and here is blake, not knowing what to do or say but knowing that he doesn’t want them to stop. and he feels horrible for it; he loves cam. and cam loves dixon. and he knows dixon loves cam, too. so why is he letting them do this? maybe he’s a little more lonely than he lets on, because after all, an angel’s life is not often one that can be shared. when dixon pulls away, he’s left nearly dumbstruck, just watches them with marvel in his bright green eyes that he would only explain as fondness. ❛ — why did you do that? ❜
she takes a step back, straightening out her skirt in an effort to detract attention from her face. she doesn't know what to say. it wasn't really a quick decision -- it was calculated. precise. everything it should be. the outcome was a variable -- is a variable. she's doing her best to work it out. ❝ no one should suffer alone. especially not you. ❞ she means, ❝ you're kind. you deserve more. ❞
