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guys this is the 3rd birthday i’ve crossed in tmr.
send assistance i’m getting emotional.
*flips to bbc*
*tomlin appears on screen reciting poetry about a dead friend*
*flips back to klaus crying*
*sips beer and becomes emotionally crippled on the inside*
[It’s weird to say the least; the tension and awkwardness between them is new, different. This doesn’t happen, not to them because being with each other is simple, is natural.] Yeah…Sure. I’ll keep it in mind darl-…[He isn’t sure why but using the nickname seems out of place.] Dex. Thank you.
You have nothing to thank me for [He says this with a very dry, hollow chuckle. He offers the older man a very artificial smile before turning to walk off. His breath is heavy and not having to look into Mason’s eyes relieves him in the slightest.]
i just suddenly had a very vivid image of dex and jason sitting at a bar together lounging back in their chairs with a circular table between them and they’re drinking their beers in peace and silence and then jason goes “so some dumb ass kid suggested we learn latin today” and dex goes “yeah, i ran into that one too.” “fuckin kids these days” “yeah, you’re telling me” and then they go back to drinking their beers in silence.
Running out to get cat food real quick but sam crying cause he can tell the difference. I can just imagine “dude how can you tell the difference between me and ly” “simple, he smells like burnt flesh and you reek of secret candy”
What do you want to know? I don’t know what I could say that could be entertaining in the slightest, I’m quite boring compared to you.
Why’re you asking me that? It should be the other way around.
Nothing, I just…I want to hear you talk. I like the sound of your voice, Clair. Anything you say to me at all will be something I want to hear. There you go turning the conversation back to me again. Forget me for a second, will you?
Do you really think that some scar that’ll heal over time is going to make me stop loving you?
Dexter D’Angelo. You stop this pity party you’ve started for yourself. You are a good man, better than most, if not all, I’ve come in contact. The fact that you think you could even remotely come close to letting me down is astounding. You know what they say, you hurt the people you care about and if you would take the five seconds it would take for you to stop and realize that I’m still here. Everyone is still here. You’re not a bad man, Dex, you’re a good man even if you can’t see it. Look at how you took care of Ozzy when he needed it or how you help me when I need it. To hear you say that you think you could burden me is physically. I never meant to make you hate yourself because I don’t and I never will. Do you understand that? Nothing you could do would ever make me hate you.
Lyanna, you don’t understand. The first woman I ever loved was a married woman that wound up being killed by her werewolf husband because I was too much of a coward to follow after her the night of that moon. My first fiance was killed because my father is a rather big name in the British mafia and in being involved with me she was involved with him. I broke Mason’s heart to bits after he gave so much up for me because I just couldn’t control myself in falling in love with Adam. And now Adam’s left me and I’m in shambles. I don’t know what any of my feelings are doing, what’s going on inside of me but all I know is that I’ve loved you since the day we first met and it’s not a kind of love that I’ve ever experienced before. It’s a kind of love that doesn’t even make me want to be with you, it just makes me need to see you smile no matter what happens. And if having you smile means keeping my death touch unstable ways away from you then so be it but that doesn’t mean I can’t regret being this way-not being good enough to be yours.