#thread:dylan

[blindspct]

dylan was late. that was something she knew for sure but luckily for her, the other still seemed to have waited for her to show up. after all, she had warned her that her supposed ‘boyfriend’ would take a while to fall asleep and she had to wait until he did. her boyfriend wasn’t someone dylan was in love with but more someone she dated for appearances to make her parents happy. she approached gabriella, a small smile crawling over her face. “it must be my lucky night. you’re still here.” she paused for a moment, “but to make up for it, let me buy you a drink. what’s your poison, cutie?”

@luriddaze​

[blindspct]

she should have been honest from the beginning and she knew that from the way that the other looked at her when she walked into her office with her fiance on her arm. dylan wasn’t one to cheat. in fact, she’d been so sure about the woman she was marrying but then natasha came along and suddenly, her thoughts seemed jumbled and she didn’t really know what to do or what to say. the first meeting had definitely been an awkward one and the second was going to be even worse, especially since her fiance had cancelled and left her to meet with the wedding planner on her own. “i-yeah, emma’s not coming.” she cleared her throat softly, “but maybe we could talk instead?”

@swayhere​

[blindspct]

dylan had been so sure that this was what the two of them both wanted but as more time went on after they adopted their three year old daughter, it seemed to be something only dylan wanted. she tried not to make it a big deal, especially at first because she knew this situation was something that was going to need getting used to but when the other continued to come home late and drunk, she knew that something had to be said. she was pacing the apartment when she heard the front door open and immediately approached the other. “again?” she huffed. “why has this become such a regular thing?”

@lovepctions​

[blindspct]

dylan was up. she was always up late finishing up her work from the day but that didn’t meant she was expecting a guest this late. so when she heard a knock at her door she was mostly curious but also a little nervous as to who would think showing up this late was a good idea. she pushed herself up from her couch and peered through her peephole, only to spot a familiar face. slowly, she opened the door, leaning against the doorframe as she did so. “what are you doing here?” she paused, furrowing her brows, “are you drunk?”

@ofdoycnnes​