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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_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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