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Darling Dexter (i_fakeit) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2008-08-04 19:59:00

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dexter morgan, georgia lass

What? (George)
One second he was talking to George and trying to comfort her about his own death, and the next he's in his own apartment, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, as alive as he'd ever remembered being.

He could actually feel his own heart beating hard enough that it might have broken out of his chest at any moment.

Through the strangeness of it all, he couldn't help but feel concern for how George might be taking this. She had been worried that he was going to move on, and his sudden disappearance must have looked like just that.

Dexter fumbled on his bedside table without looking at it, finding his phone and dialing George.

He listened to it ring.

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i_avoidlife
2008-08-10 05:40 pm UTC (link)

Flatly: "Yes."

Mason had blown that question right out of the water almost instantly. He'd also been kind enough to demonstrate what happens when a reaper very obviously overdoses.

George pulled the bottle of Popov and decided against the extra effort of getting a glass. She took a large swig, flinched, and omitted from Dexter that she could even experience alcohol poisoning. Sometimes the not dying part really was a curse.

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i_fakeit
2008-08-11 06:40 pm UTC (link)

"Okay. I was just wondering." This was an entirely new situation for Dexter. He wasn't sure at all how to comfort a girl who had panicked about you becoming a reaper.

Her anger and needing to drink was Deb territory, so he felt he could deal with that pretty well. He'd just do what he did for his sister. Keep supplying the alcohol until she either threw up and didn't want to drink anymore, or just passed out contentedly drunk.

"Would you like to have a seat? Or are you happy standing in the kitchen." He had no doubts that he could carry her. He'd already done it. But he really didn't want to see her fall and hurt herself, even if she could heal it.

"And would you like to talk?" It seemed like a good thing to ask.

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i_avoidlife
2008-08-12 01:55 am UTC (link)

"About what? How it sucks to be alone? How it blows that any friends I do make are going to grow old and die? How my job is fucking unfair?"

She felt a little relieved to spill that much, and with that off her chest she took a couple more gulps straight from the bottle. The alcohol hadn't hit her yet, but it was probably because it would happen all at once. She walked into the living room and plopped onto the couch, bottle in hand.

"I don't want to talk about it. Death sucks."

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i_fakeit
2008-08-12 06:41 pm UTC (link)

He thought that in a normal situation would be to tell George that she wasn't alone. But it would only work if George was a normal girl, not a dead one.

There weren't any pre-fabricated responses that were acceptable for this situation. He couldn't even vaguely manipulate one of the things stuck in his head to fit.

"Death sucks." He repeated and sat down beside her. "Your job sucks. And you have a serial killer as your best friend. It's certainly not the usual life."

Dexter tried to smile and finished off his beer. He was pretty sure that he'd never be able to out drink her, considering her metabolism, and the fact that she wouldn't die from whatever would likely kill him very quickly. But he decided to join her in her vodka anyway. He took the bottle, took a swig, and handed it back.

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	i_avoidlife 2008-08-13 03:37 am UTC (link)
	George thought about what he said and after getting the bottle back, took another swig. "The serial killer part isn't so bad." She handed the bottle back for sharing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_fakeit 2008-08-13 05:21 pm UTC (link)
	Dexter raised his eyebrows and considered that. He had a drink of the vodka and considered it more. "Is it only not so bad because I can't kill you?" He smiled a little bit at that. He wouldn't have killed George anyway because she'd not done anything to deserve it. He hoped she knew that. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_avoidlife 2008-08-14 03:01 pm UTC (link)
	"No. I don't know. I guess I just feel safe around you." George: master of emotional intelligence. When George got the bottle back she took another drink, and decided that yes, she was drunk or headed there quickly because she stopped tasting the bitter alcohol. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_fakeit
2008-08-14 04:07 pm UTC (link)

Dexter found it a little strange that George felt safe around him. That'd never really happened in his life. Except maybe with Deb. But Deb didn't know what he was. So it was a little different.

George knew what he did, and she'd even seen him do it, and still she felt safe with him.

He wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, so he took the vodka from her instead and took a very large swallow, trying to block out the confusion.

It'd been a very long time since Dexter'd had this much alcohol. It was hitting him already. He was such a lightweight. She was totally going to make fun of him for this when they were sober again.

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i_avoidlife
2008-08-14 04:41 pm UTC (link)

George took another large swallow once she had the bottle of vodka back. She sighed and leaned in against Dexter. Her head on his shoulder. If she didn't notice he was drunk it was because it was hitting her already. She was a small person, her tolerance wasn't going to be great.

"It wouldn't have been so bad if you were a reaper..." she admitted.

She took another large gulp of vodka.

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i_fakeit
2008-08-15 03:23 pm UTC (link)

"It would have been strange if I'd been a reaper." Dexter admitted. He couldn't really think of what he would have done. There was a large fundamental difference between what he did and what she did. She took the souls of those who were about to die. He took the lives of people who deserved it.

Would he have still done that as a reaper?

Would he be somehow prevented in doing that.

"Maybe some day the magical reaper fairy will come and make me into one." He shrugged.

The words that had come out of his mouth didn't make much sense to him. Dexter looked at the vodka as he took it back and noticed they'd had quite a bit between them.

He was going to be more inebriated than he'd intended on being.

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	i_avoidlife 2008-08-15 04:09 pm UTC (link)
	"Yeah. Then we could talk about post-its together." George took another swallow and sat up briefly to set the bottle on the coffee table. Determining the bottle was steady, she resumed leaning against Dexter. "I love you." Just because she was drunk, didn't mean it wasn't sincere. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_fakeit
2008-08-18 12:20 pm UTC (link)

Those words didn't make a whole lot of sense to Dexter on a good, sober day. He intellectually understood their meaning and what it implied when somebody told them to you, but emotionally, perhaps even fundamentally, it wasn't something that he'd ever actually experienced himself. And that's one of those things you really just can't fake.

His only real way of reacting to the idea was to smile. "You love me in the 'hey you're my best friend' kind of way? Or something more?"

Dexter didn't feel like reminding her of how he was. He didn't think he really needed to. But he didn't want to ruin this moment.

Instinct told him that the best way of reacting to that would have been to say it back to her. That he shouldn't have asked her those questions first. He hoped that saying it now would mean something. "Love you too."

Ah, how alcohol screwed up his thinking.

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i_avoidlife
2008-08-18 12:26 pm UTC (link)

"You're my best friend."

It was nice hearing him say it back. Her initial reaction was to smile happily and make herself comfortable on his couch. He was probably the only best friend she'd ever had in life or death, and it was nice.

Then she paused.

"Why? Did you mean something more?"

It was awkward and if she hadn't consumed large amounts of alcohol she would have had the sense to not even ask.

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i_fakeit
2008-08-18 12:34 pm UTC (link)

"Hm? No. No, I mean. You're my best friend too. That's all. I was teasing before. You know, stuff." Maybe this is why he didn't drink. Maybe it was all psychosomatic that he didn't like the taste of alcohol. Maybe it was some deep down self knowledge that he'd possessed since the start of his life that alcohol made him into an idiot.

He had to admit though, that it was nice to have a friend. And a best friend at that. He'd never had one growing up. He'd been such a strange and awkward kid, even when doing his best at his role. He'd never really been close enough to somebody to tell them everything - which was his understanding of what a best friend was.

Now he had George.

George who knew all and felt safe with him. Loved him.

It was new. But not bad.

On a whim, he kissed George on the top of her head.

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