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@seesgood // vacancy

Sleep never found him. Not even with all the comfort and reverie the softness of Caroline’s form snug against his brought him after she eventually dozed off. In the dark as the minutes ticked by, the discomfort eventually became impossible to ignore and deny... Dylan’d always been restless at night, but he’d never felt anything remotely similar to this before and he decided hours before daybreak that he’d have to fess up to something being wrong... after Caroline got some rest. By the time dawn finally crept over Mystic Falls, his jaw was locked and inflamed with the effort it took not to disturb her; his head was pounding, his vision as unfocused and erratic as his thoughts. It was as though the nightmares of the night before had sunk barbed hooks into his brains, had pinned him down, utterly unrelenting and infinite. Dylan was already watching her, battling with his conscious as to whether or not he should just wake her up, when her lashes finally fluttered... he couldn’t even breathe a sigh of relief. In spite of everything, he was still self conscious about the fact he hadn’t brushed his teeth the night before... that he’d done a lot of running, and panicking, and hadn’t exactly gone home to shower or change.

“Hey. We made it.”  Dylan smiled weakly nonetheless, chapped lips tremulous and wavering as he shifted his way out from under her as gently as he could manage despite his limited control.  The last thing he wanted was for her to think he was fleeing her bed or her company, but he was scared -- had been for awhile, struggling with this alone in the dark... and he couldn’t help but be scared for her to see him like this with his heart lurching in his throat as he struggled with so much as keeping his balance while he untangled himself from her sheets.  

“I just, uh -- I’m...” His tone was hoarse, his case of the morning mumbles exagerated by the fact he could hardly breathe around his squirming insides. “I’m probably pretty ripe, I’m gonna... clean up a bit before I -- before anything, I’m just gonna --” He winced, head canting in a sort of jerk as what felt like a tendon snapping in his neck prompted the flinch. “S-sorry, Care, I’ll be right -- right back --”  His muttering subsided as her room tilted all around him and he was hit with a sudden stab of reality so overwhelming to his senses -- everythiing smelled so strong, he nearly puked right that second. He gagged, but as he did, his right knee cap practically jumped out of its socket and he stumbled to the ground while his right shoulder twisted and bulged, knotting, the pain of it surprising him so badly it took a couple seconds for him to realize that actual whimpering sound had been him. His eyes itched and burned, and he couldn’t even lift his arm to scratch or rub, his muscles trembled so bad. This wasn’t happening. He’d -- he’d fallen asleep after all. He was dreaming. Fucking werewolves, right? He’d killed them, been around them, and Caroline had put it in his head -- so this... this couldn’t be real. He wouldn’t let it.

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If one more ‘I Am Big Tough Naval Killing Machine SEAL, Hear Me Roar’ comes up to her and tries to hit on her, she swears to god she’s going to drive her pen through their throats. See how tough they look then. And sure, she knows that maybe a little part of her deserves it. Mandy did try and warn her for how tough this job could be, and how the men could act. And she — in all of her brilliant wisdom — shows up in a sundress and denim jacket all wide eyed and ‘let’s take on the world’ on her first day and…she’s pretty sure she’s never going to live it down. Caroline sighs, looking up from her salad to glare at him. ❝ Yeah, no offense but I’m not really scared of you. ❞ She drawls, stabbing her fork back into her lettuce. ❝ And if you want to see what I’m capable of? ❞ Her lips twist into a smirk that’s equal parts innocent and threatening ( perfected from three years as head cheerleader ), ❝ Just watch.❞

He couldn’t help but chuckle -- hiding his very slight unease with, well... ease. Fresh off of Green Team, and all; reminded in full what kind’ve nightmares waited for them out there. Miss Sunshine over here in her cute dress and glossy lips wasn’t anything to be too worried about, not really. If she wasn’t great at her job, Mandy would have her out of the picture in a hurry, and Davis’d be sure to let the door smack her on the way out. “I wasn’t trying to scare you,” he pointed out, maybe a little belatedly, and maybe with an eyebrow quirked a little too high to seem at all apologetic. “We’re all on the same team. For now. Y’know, if you can keep up. So, don’t worry about it -- you’ve got your spotlight. We're all gonna be watching you. Hey, Sonny’s betting you’ll pack a bikini when we deploy down the road. Wanna save us all the suspense? Maybe Davis the stroke when she checks our luggage?” 

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@seesgood has found her way to sea haven --

“The flower shop’s closed.” 

Dylan turned around, knowing the blonde would be there. He’d first noticed her only a couple days ago, waiting in line at the mini donut stand -- she’d stood out from the crowd coming off the ferry. Not only ‘cause she was drop dead gorgeous, but she didn’t totally look like a tourist in that she didn’t look tired or mussed from being cooped up in a car, or sore from carrying around any bags or even a little sunburned like most folks did hopping off the Grand Manan Adventure IV’s deck on a sunny day.

But then... well, a lot had happened in the past fifty odd hours. He’d killed somebody, for one... felt like he was going a little crazy, with everything the Andersons had told him, and with... well... He’d known the blonde was there without seeing her and without hearing her because he smelled her. It was fucking weird. He could smell everything. He felt sick with it, like when you caught a whiff of something so strong, you got nauseous and dizzy -- that’d been his life since realizing he’d taken Kyle’s. Mickey said it’d get better with time... but at least now, it was serving him some kind’ve purpose. He’d apparently earned a stalker. One that smelled like wildflowers and clean laundry and... kind’ve lacked the pungency some other people still had, even if they weren’t the ones who needed a shower. Something was... muted about her..?

Dylan pocketed his keys, fiddling with the little net bag of lemons he’d bought from the corner store up the road. He’d remembered hearing something about ants having these crazy scent receptors that could be thwarted by the simple smell of lemon; had been curious to see if it’d make a difference for him. His plans for the evening, however, had taken a back seat in his mind in favor of the problem at hand. He’d trusted Mickey and Emma -- they’d said they’d keep it all under wraps, that he wouldn’t get in trouble, but... some random girl showing up out’ve the blue.. this wasn’t about Kyle, right? He’d -- he wasn’t sorry, not after the shit the guy had said, but it wasn’t like he’d meant to kill him... 

“We’re, uh...”  He cleared his throat, gesturing towards the little sign in the window behind him. “We close early on Sundays. I’m just -- I live in the --” Loft above the shop? Yeah. Tell the random stranger where you live, dumbass. Go on.  “I live nearby, so I was just... double-checking the owner got everything locked up...” 

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@seesgood // plotted star wars verse starter // republic era (the clone wars)

Illysio was a small, ungoverned planet, tucked away deep in wild space. Untouched by the war between the Separatists and the Republic, it was with an unusually hefty weight of responsibility on his shoulders that Dylan disembarked from his ship and set foot upon the planet... his presence could potentially bring the war here -- or at least, what he was about to do. Luckily there weren’t many sentient life forms here. Humans had colonized rough communities on the banks of vast lakes, nestled in quiet, fruiting valleys... the place reminded him a little of the poorer sectors of Naboo, if he was honest; but without rule came a certain element of distrust, chaos. It was to his advantage. Kept families, tribes -- almost entirely made up of people who didn’t want to be found, whatever their reasons -- distant from one another... so a snatch and grab should be easy. And she should come willingly, after all; the person supplying the credits for this mission as well as his bounty when the job was done was her father, after all. 

A Separatist interrogator and strategist, William Forbes wasn’t among Dooku’s top chain of command, but he certainly held some influence in the galaxy in the right circles... and his pockets ran deep. Deep enough to quell whatever doubts or hesitation when Dylan’d seen the posting. A place like this was his eventual goal after all... but for now, while he was young and able, and the danger still lent some excitement... building a solid financial base was smart...

William’s daughter’s home was unsecured. Easy to slip into, and wait for her in the dark -- set his trap. By the time she came back to her modest home, she’d find the only way out again was the way she came... and none yet had beaten him in a chase. With no reason to suspect his presence and no where to run he wouldn’t catch her, if she wasn’t compliant in going home to her father, it wouldn’t be a problem... but he’d give her the benefit of the doubt first; he waited in her sleeping quarters to be safe, as it was further in her home and more contained. He was sat on the edge of her bed eating a handful of berries he’d found outside her home when at last she returned for the night. 

“Caroline Forbes?” He licked his lips, plucking the last from his palm as he watched her steadily, apparently calm. “Your father sent me to escort you back to Serenno.” Easy way or the hard way. He’d find out in a moment now how she wanted to do this. 

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@seesgood // the only easy day

“I’m -- I’m sorry if I, uh... messed up your system...”

It’d been a bad day. After Caroline had left, he’d done his usual over the top vigorous scrubbing in the shower and... it’d probably just been a truck going by  outside -- something attached to it, like a trailer, rattling loudly... and then time had started slipping away from him and suddenly his skin began to sting and he’d looked down at his toes to see pink tints in the water and he’d --

Well. The episode had eventually ended with him slipping and sliding and falling out of the shower. He’d laid there, shivering on the master bathroom floor, till he was mostly dry -- Hercules having joined him, offering his scruff for something for him to hold onto besides the cold tiled floor or himself. At some point, the dog had licked his nose and Dylan found he’d been able to loosen his grip on his fur and he’d blinked and... the binder set, under the bed? It’d just -- caught his eye. And all he’d wanted to do was be with her, hear her voice and touch her and smell her but -- Caroline was at work. And he refused to call. Make her worry. 

So eventually he’d pulled himself together. Found a long sleeve shirt to wear, one of his old ones he used to wear at the gym, thinking the breathable material would be good for where he’d scrubbed his skin raw -- finished getting dressed and just... sat there. Not noticing the shadows slipping over the bedroom floor where he’d surrounded himself with Caroline’s hopes and dreams and immaculately organized notes. He didn’t notice the hours pass by, completely forgot lunch -- all until he heard a car door slam outside and he flinched, looking up. And... then behind him, at the wet towel he’d left on the floor in the bathroom. He was just getting up stiffly when Herc barreled past him at the sound of the door opening, the tell tale jingle of Caroline’s keys and purse zippers loud in the otherwise silent home.

Now he was apologizing meekly, gesturing at the binders surrounding him from where he’d sat, ass on the ground, back up against the side of the bed, peeking over the comforter at the blonde just on the other side of the bedroom’s door frame.  “I’d just -- we haven’t talked about this stuff in awhile, and I guess I, uh...”  His smile was small, a little embarrassed, but sincere as he looked back down at the magazine article in front of him. “-- An-anyway, I... kinda made a mess of things. Sorry.”

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@seesgood // (pretend the bruises and stuff in the icons are just sand and grit ok???)

He didn’t hear any car pull up into the small parking area up the beach over the crash of the waves. He was still wet from the spray -- angry spring waters churned, kind’ve like they were trying to swallow the last of the light. The sun’s edge had disappeared from over the horizon only about a minute ago. He’d spent the last several hours digging and then refilling trenches, and carrying logs up and down the water’s edge. Dam Neck’s public beaches weren’t exactly the best spot for PT, but he hadn’t wanted to go right on base to blow off steam, and early springtime didn’t exactly make the waters warm... he was alone. Just a few disgruntled seagulls watching from the now discarded driftwood some yards away. Probably judging him for at least trying for a swim earlier -- stupid, featherless frogman -- but that venture hadn’t lasted. The waters were risky to be in alone right now; and not to mention pretty damn cold. 

Dylan’d just started wondering about the likelihood of the public showers being open this time of year, sitting next to his rumpled up, sandy hoodie and his socks in his running shoes, when he saw a familiar blonde approach. He was full of sand, sweat, and salt, but he wasn’t really expecting any affectionate greeting for more reasons than that, so he stayed seated, averting his eyes instead to where his feet were burrowed in the sand. “So, uh... you here to take me to the brig, then?” Dylan asked wryly, once she was close enough to hear. He peaked reluctantly over his shoulder, braced to get swatted upside the back of his head. It’d occurred to him about that second he hadn’t checked his phone since he left the apartment, too.

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@seesgood replied to your post: [[MOR] when you come back from being offline all...

and for the record i can 100% guarantee that i like writing with you more than you like writing with me – i WILL fight you on this

okies but i’d win lmao 

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