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Characters: dedication takes a lifetime | dawson alexander reynolds.
Verses: but dreams only last for a night | band. fame. slice of life.
Playbys: awg.
Length: Multi Para, Novella, Para
Genre: Band, Celebrity,
Member Since:September 11, 2024




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𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 hearts.

Jan 2nd 2025 - 9:09 PM


 

His hand in her hair, the gentle circles he traced on her back—it all felt achingly familiar, a memory of a time when things were simpler. She knew he meant it, his offer of space, of simply existing together. The way he spoke showed how much he needed a moment like this, as well. When he finally broke the silence, telling her he was glad she stayed, her heart ached with a bittersweet warmth.

She looked up at him, a small smile gracing her lips. "I’m glad I stayed too, Dawson," she replied softly, her voice still a little shaky, but steadier than it had been just moments before. He was right, she needed this. She needed him

His question about food pulled her from the fog of her sadness slightly, and while she wasn’t hungry, she didn’t want to risk ruining the quiet peace they had found. "A little, I guess," she managed, her eyes searching his.

Then, she had to know, the question bubbling up despite her fear of the answer, "How long do I have you before you’re back on tour?" she asked, trying to keep the tremor from her voice, because the thought of him leaving so soon was already a fresh wave of missing him even though he was still here.

 

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Dec 30th 2024 - 8:20 PM


 

His offer to stay felt like a lifeline. She knew that sharing a room for the night wasn’t in her best interest. The idea of being that close to another person, in her current vulnerable state, felt almost terrifying. But his kindness was undeniable. "She shook her head lightly, the faintest curve of a smile playing on her lips. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I... I don’t think I can be alone tonight."

The offer of his bed, and him sleeping on the couch, was more than she expected. Indigo lowered her head, shame briefly washing over her, she truly was a mess. So instead, she focused on his last offer. "Can we... can we stay here?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Just for tonight. I don’t want to be by myself." 

His presence, even if silent, somehow quieted the storm inside her. She didn’t know how long this comfort would last, but for now, it was enough. She was immensely grateful for his understanding, for his willingness to just be there, a silent anchor in the tempest of her emotions.

𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚.

Dec 24th 2024 - 12:40 PM



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Dec 20th 2024 - 7:42 PM



musey word vomit.

Sitting on the edge of Dawson’s tattered sofa, Indigo felt tears slip down her cheeks, hot and heavy. The uniqueness of their losses weighed on her, a painful juxtaposition that filled her with guilt. How could she cry to him about her ruined marriage when he was mourning the love of his life?

Both now would check the single box when filing taxes, but how different it all was. She felt like a thief, robbing him of his grief, dragging her sorrows into a space where they seemed so trivial in comparison to the depth of his despair.

"Dawson," she murmured, her voice trembling, "I miss—" But the words tangled in her throat, choked by the gravity of his heartache. She swallowed hard, trying to understand how her tears could feel so selfish next to his.

He turned to her, his expression a canvas of sorrow—the way his eyes glimmered with unshed tears cut her deeper than any knife. "You’re not selfish, Indigo," he said quietly, his voice rough like gravel. "We each carry our own grief, even if it doesn’t wear the same face."
𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚.

Dec 20th 2024 - 3:07 PM

though it was the kind of thing she would never allow to be said out loud … these were the kind of nights that emerson lived for. finding herself just beneath the gentle raping of his fingers. his touch coursing through her veins like an electric spark and reminding her that she was very much alive. the exact same rush she got from being beneath a singular spotlight , hundreds in the audience waiting to hear her hit the high note. would she coast along to its tippy top with ease , or would they be granted witness to a crack? it was the same with dawson. would they make it out the other side without falling into their demons , screaming at the other with hurtful words they didn’t mean? or could they find a way to hold on to gentle touch and hums of adoration? 

his voice , melodic and her favorite kind of music … hit her ears like nails to a chalkboard. before she could register the exact question posed , em felt her skin begin to burn. the internal recoil from his paused touch. each new word floated into her understanding on the back end of a heartbeat. he was right , she probably should have had a show. but knowing he had been in town , she had already requested off. claiming that the sinus infection , that ripped through backstage at the earlier half of the week , had finally caught up with her. it should have filled her with delight that he too wanted to make the most of their time together , not want to run in the other direction.

“oh?” finally came her own words , clinging to steadiness that often evaded her voice. she didn’t want him to know that the fear had already been cemented into her heart. that her legs twitched with their inability to relax. for the first time , in longer than she could remember , she wanted to fight. to … trust him. “if you’re planning to take me to see that stupid tree— ah!” despite the squeal that slipped into the space between them , emerson found herself lifting a leg to coil around his. twisting herself around him and relaxing into the soft peppering of his kisses. if only for the moment. long enough for her hand to find rest along his jaw , melting into the one placed upon her lips. before tipping her head up to capture him in one of her own. she pondered his words. full dramatic affair … making a show of pursuing her lips and tipping chin to the side. 

em knew her answer. had unfortunately felt it burrow in her chest the second he asked. but her fingertips mirrored his previously , tapping along his skin. dropping from his jaw to his chest. leaving a small trail with her nails and marking every spot. as if she could claim him. as if he could be hers. for the brief magic of their time together. “as tempting as it is to see you beg …” teasing voice met with a small wink , she faded into a laugh. and finally , a nod. “just this once , i’m all yours. unless you try to do some weirdo , overly crowded tourist attraction. then i’m out of here. i can still sneak into the stage door up until places are called before act 2 ...” a half truth. but he didn’t need to know the extend of how badly she wanted to be there with him. even if it meant fighting the holiday crowds. 
˚₊ painting 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈


Dec 19th 2024 - 4:26 PM

THE RIVIAL OF THIS MUSE HAS MADE
ME SO EMO IN EVERY CAPACITY
!!!!!!

 
𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 . ᐟ

Dec 17th 2024 - 12:36 PM

Spit in my mouth daddy.
𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 dreams.

Dec 16th 2024 - 10:17 PM

As the gentle chime of the gallery door announced a new visitor, Sarah paused mid-brushstroke, her paint-covered hands momentarily frozen. She glanced up, her heart skipping a beat as she recognized the man who had just walked in. Dawson. The lead singer of a renowned band that had once been the soundtrack to her teenage years. But she was careful not to show her surprise or enthusiasm. Instead, she focused on her artwork, pretending to adjust the placement of a delicate oil painting on the wall.


Dawson wandered through the space, his thoughtful gaze sweeping across the walls adorned with splashes of color and bold strokes. His presence was both comforting and exhilarating, and she couldn’t help but steal glances at him as he admired her work. It was a thrill to see someone so celebrated engage with her art. 

Finally, she mustered the courage to approach him, her voice steady despite the flutter of excitement within her. “So, what do you think? Do you like what you see?” 

He turned, a smile breaking across his face, revealing a warmth that felt unexpectedly familiar. As he answered yes.

“Do you really paint all of these?” he asked, his tone laden with playful disbelief.


“Yes, all of them.” She gestured toward a particularly wild abstract piece on the far wall, vibrant and messy , filled with splashes and drips of paint that drenched across the canvas. “That one, though? My three-year-old daughter helped with that one.” A mischievous sparkle flickered in her eyes as she added, “If she can do something that looks like this, how hard can my job really be?”


Sarah chuckled, the sound light and airy in the tranquil space of her gallery. Her paint covered hands wiping against her pants, staining them without a care. “I am painting now. If none of these speak to you. You’re welcome to join me. Maybe make a piece you can really call your own. That is only if you’re interested.”

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