#scripted: dixon

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event starter for @antiifragiles ft. wesley and dixon

dixon was thankful that he managed to find himself in a place with a piano. even if he felt like his artistic pursuits were being squashed more and more as time went on, music was still a comfort. and, when you were forced inside with someone you didn’t know for an undetermined amount of time, any sort of comfort was welcome. he sat on the bench, a sprinkling of notes leaving the keys here and there. “you can sit with me if you want. i don’t know if you know how to play or anything, but you can always hear it better when you’re right in front of it,” he offered, a small smile on his lips. he didn’t want to feel like he was stuck in place with a stranger, so he figured he would need to change that.

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masquerade starter for @gvlesofsong ft. matheo and dixon

even though dixon was doing his best to push matheo out of his heart and mind, every masked face had him longing. it wasn’t the first time he wondered if he would still be with matheo if he’d given up on his pursuit of music – would it have been the right thing? he shared a dance here and there with a few of the guests, feeling trapped in a small daze as the masks and elaborate outfits plunged him into a small delusion. there was a dazed, almost sad look in his eyes as his hands rested on another man’s shoulders. those eyes – they made him believe that matheo was here with him. he should have pulled away, but his body refused to move back. “i just need this one dance,” he almost whispered, heart aching. “in a world that i have nothing again, maybe you’ll come back to me.” they probably thought he was talking nonsense as he leaned into them.

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closed starter for: @pinkvencm​ ft. brian and dixon

dixon pressed his lips against the other’s neck, losing himself in the music and the warmth of brian’s neck. the atmosphere of the cantina made it easy for him to simply forget everything else and focus on only one person in the moment. “you know you shouldn’t look so pretty in a place filled with the desperate,” he lightly chastised into the other’s ear, hands on brian’s hips to keep him close. “they’re all going to want to get with you and not all of them are as good as me,” he teased, a sliver of confidence coming through. “none of them are going to tell you what you deserve to hear – how handsome you are, how cute you look above them, how soft you are, or how much they want to leave marks all over you especially your thighs.”

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closed starter for @pinkvencm​ // ft. dixon

dixon was just picking up his things from the piano sat on the stage when he saw someone else join him from one of the wings. he flashed them a bright smile. “oh, are you my two o’clock? see, i was thinking you weren’t going to show – i’d memorised your music and everything,” he teased. to have some semblance of a normal life was comforting despite not having much of a routine in this new town. “but you’re… probably someone who needs someone else to call out lines rather than have musical accompaniment, huh?” he figured, basing the other on her looks and how she came onto stage. it wasn’t meant as anything critical – just a simple observation. there were a lot of different people in town, and at least one of them had to be involved in the theatre scene.

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closed starter for @uuponastarr​ // ft. dixon

gentle notes filled the rather cozy space of the small, empty theater as dixon pressed down on the keys of the piano and hummed along. he was trying to find a song that was developing inside of him but was refusing to come to the forefront of his mind. he sang a small melody, changing it over and over again before letting out a frustrated sound and stopping. he closed the cover of the piano and laid his head on it, looking over after a few moments. that was when he spotted a figure standing by the door. maybe they’d just walked in, or maybe they’d been there the whole time – dixon didn’t mind either way. “is it your turn to take over this space, or are you here to tell me that this is no good and i should scrap it?” he teasingly asked, motioning to himself and the instrument.

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closed starter for @sweetillusicn​ // ft. dixon

“do you think it would be possible or even worth it to set up, like, a mini concert here?” dixon asked, tapping a few keys on the laptop he’d commandeered from somewhere. it was lucky that he could find some music mixing software or else he would be losing his mind. sure, he could have gone the more traditional route and simply stayed with some drums or piano, but that wasn’t something he wanted to focus on. “maybe it could make everyone feel a little more at ease for a while. or, maybe they would absolutely hate it and distract them that way,” he said with a small chuckle. you couldn’t count on everyone enjoying your music, or even your genre of music. but someone had to enjoy it – just one.

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closed starter for @tendereden​ // ft. dixon

“have you ever felt like you have something to say stuck on the tip of your tongue, but you’re not quite sure what it is or even how to say it?” dixon asked, frustratingly putting his pen down on the pad of paper he had in front of him. “i honestly feel like i’m going crazy. i knew what i was going to say, but i totally forgot. so fucking annoying,” he muttered, jotting down some useless words as if they would help job his memory – no such luck. “if i can’t get myself out of this slump, i’m fucking doomed, man. career done before it’s barely even begun. how pathetic is that?” he was starting to believe his fear would come true, that he simply would be a one hit wonder and be forgotten for the rest of time.