#wiredsmile

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"𝑛𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢. those have 35 calories a piece."

⌞ @wiredsmile . asked for a one liner

[leadxxr]

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly.

@wiredsmile | ACCEPTING !! (currently backlogged)

Dwight hadn't even realized he was staring until Susie's eyes met his own. Instantly, his face flushed and his stare diverted nervously. Somehow, he felt like a weirdo, for lack of a better term. Even if he was utterly captivated by her, his coy nature definitely still had a very strong grip on him. Enough so that his hand would come to rub the skin of his neck beneath his hood before his chocolate stare returned, albeit bashfully.

"Sorry, I, uh . . . I kinda zoned out there for a second. You're just --" God, what should he say now? He felt at a loss for words, though his brain knew exactly how to interpret the thumping of his heart. Gorgeous. Breathtaking. Anything but ordinary. So many descriptions of her visage come to mind, he almost can't even choose one to use. Dwight cleared his throat, his hand retreating from the nervous rub on the back of his neck.

"I think you're . . . beautiful."

[leadxxr]

“  i just.  needed to talk to you ‘cause.  somehow you always know what to say.  ”

@wiredsmile | ACCEPTING !! (currently backlogged)

Dwight had never considered himself a super eloquent individual, but he was ridiculously empathetic to his core. He formed bonds with others relatively easily and he liked to think he was a good judge of character. That isn’t to say he hadn’t been fooled before…. Sometimes such a strong desire for something could overwhelm your senses and make your better judgment nothing but a foreign concept in the back of your mind.

“I’m …. I’m glad I can be here. For you.”

His voice was low, comforting, soothing. He placed a ginger hand on Susie’s shoulder, looking directly into eyes he could easily get lost in.

“What… what can I do?”

The hand upon her shoulder had wavered, raising his palm to her cheek and rubbing his thumb gently across her skin.

“I … don’t like to see you so sad…”

[leadxxr]

[ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep.

@wiredsmile | ACCEPTING !! (currently backlogged)

As his pink haired beauty lay beside him, Dwight couldn't help but stare as she slept. For him, it could be rather difficult to fall asleep. His mind would be heavy and swirling, and anxiety would keep him up despite how exhausted his body and mind may be. In addition, being in the Legion's territory also filled him with trepidation should the others discover Susie fraternizing with a survivor, of all people. One they especially enjoyed tormenting, to boot.

Just as his eyes began to close, slumber beckoning to him as he focused on her breathing patterns beside him, a small voice distracted him. Was she . . . saying his name? Dwight slightly sat up, cheeks turning a familiar shade of crimson as he watched her sleep, waiting for her to continue her subconscious speech. Again . . . and it was definitely Dwight's name . . .

There would be no preventing the fuzziness he felt in his chest, the way his lips spasmed at the corners as he observed just how peaceful she looked . . . but most importantly, the way his heart throbbed for her. He'd never been in love before, but if he had to imagine what it felt like? This certainly seemed to fit the bill . . .

The survivor, not wanting to disturb her, finally removed his glasses and succummed to a world of blur. But he could still make out the pink blob and peachy skin as she stirred. He could at least make out enough with a recollection of how her body lay to snuggle up next to his, pressing their bodies closer together and resting his chin in the crook of her neck. An arm snaked around her torso and Dwight merely held her gently, inhaling her scent with a smile on his face as he finally drifted away into the first restful sleep he'd had in a long while . . .

[leadxxr]

“  i miss you.  i know i’m not supposed to,  but.  i just had to see you.  ”  

@wiredsmile | ACCEPTING !!

It was nigh impossible to suppress the rosy hue that warmed his cheeks or the shy grin that tugged at his lips. Dwight wasn't used to being wanted in this respect by anyone. It warmed his heart and put a sparkle in his dark chocolate gaze.

"Yeah?" The nervous Leader felt warmth at his core, tingles in his extremities, and had become painfully aware of each heartbeat in his chest. He swallowed the soft anxiety in his throat and reached up to brush Susie's bubblegum pink hair out of her face and behind her ear. A soft palm found its home on her cheek as he stared at her like she was a rare work of art. "That's better . . ."

Dwight's gaze sparkled with admiration, appreciation for her beauty, her soft nature, and everything that made her different from the rest of the Legion. In his eyes, she was still just an innocent forced into a situation she didn't know how to handle.

"I'll, uh . . . ha . . ." his cheeks flush brighter while his eye line momentarily falters as he gathers his words. When they returned, they were filled with a genuine warmth, appreciation, and love. "I'll never skip an opportunity to see that beautiful face . . ."

[leadxxr]

an   ‘  i’m  sorry  ’   kiss.

@wiredsmile | ACCEPTING !!

Dwight's breath struggled to catch as he felt what must have been a collapsed lung . . . he'd experienced it before . . . the claustrophobic, terror striking feeling of being unable to draw a breath. The pain that radiated from his chest and threatened his very life essence with every second. A sunken look of devastation weighed down dark brown, glistening eyes as that familiar mask gazed down upon him...

As she held his fading life in her arms, a bubble of blood came out from Dwight's mouth from a weak cough alongside frequent gasps for air that would not come. Whereas Dwight had no idea of the repercussions killers may or may not have faced for their failure to satisfy her ever growing hunger, he knew that Susie wouldn't do this for no reason. There had to be one, surely . . .

As her masks lifted slowly, exposing plump lips that Dwight had come to enjoy pressed against his own, another small attempt at a breath left him as her face neared towards him.

"It's . . . o- okay . . . Su - Su - Susie," as tears welled in his eyes, he managed whatever voice he could find between pained gasps for oxygen that proved to be completely futile. Death was one of the things Dwight feared most in the Fog. He never truly got used to the pain, to the pitch dark that consumed him as everything went cold. He met her lips with as much strength as he could muster, though his entire body was beginning to feel limp and numb.

At the very least, he had some semblance of comfort in his last moments, his heartrate accelerating violently from the final embrace before his entire world went cold and Dwight Fairfield was once again consumed by the dark abyss of Fog.

[leadxxr]

‘   i   can’t   handle   it   .      i   can’t   lose   them   again   .   ’

@wiredsmile | ACCEPTING !!

Dwight couldn’t even properly process seeing a killer vulnerable like this. But something told him that Susie was more or less the Legion's “weakest link” so to speak. Not that he thought she was weak, at least no weaker than he himself felt at times. But that she seemed vulnerable, inexperienced, and somewhat volatile to a certain point. Dwight could relate to that feeling of vulnerability, the kind that made you want to sink into your skin like a snail and block out the rest of the world.

He was an empath, by nature, and unfortunately sometimes even killers weren’t exempt from that instinctive side of himself. Susie just made it even easier for him to identify and relate to her anxiety.

“The … the Legion, you mean?” He began to rub the back of his neck awkwardly, always trying to be exceptionally careful with his diction around her specifically. “I … don’t really know how to help in that respect except maybe ….” The words forming on his tongue felt so out of place and just plain odd. “Telling them that?”

[leadxxr]

‘   but   isn’t   it   worse   ?      to   pretend   ?      to   live   a   lie   ?      what   about   love   -   doesn’t   that   count   for   anything ? ’

@wiredsmile | ACCEPTING !!

The hesitant survivor’s pupils vibrated in thought, swallowing away the unease that rose to the surface at her use of the word love. So some of these killers really were capable of feeling things other than merely rage and bloodlust… huh. The concept intrigued him.

“I’ve … never really been . . . in love, so — I’m not sure. But I certainly know a thing or two about … pretending. To be someone you’re not. . . Just for the sake of someone else. And y'know … regardless of why you’re here …. Maybe there’s some way to turn it around? At least … mentally. If any of that even makes sense...”