[ with great height comes great responsibility, or something like that. if this were the Dal after hours and there was nobody else in sight, he'd be picking Caroline up right then and there, against the bar. but this isn't home and his emotions are in check—he cares about what boundaries he oversteps, who he insults in their establishment and all the other little things. he wants to skip the chase but that doesn't mean he wants to pass up the foreplay. he likes the idea of holding her on the precipice, right on the edge, for as long as they both can take it. that's the exciting part, more so than the hunt itself.
for as long as he can remember, he's either run from love or run towards it relentlessly with very little room for anything else. he's tired of running, thought he gave it up another lifetime ago. he knows that he can and will wait as many centuries as it takes for Bo to decide to give him a chance again but right now isn't about her. she's not the one here with him—openly proclaiming that she's on board with this, with him. it's uncomplicated. ( and while Dyson knows every bit of suffering is worth it in the long run, he just wants someone that wants him ( and nobody else ) back for a few hours. ) ]
About fifteen minutes away, ten if you walk fast.
[ it isn't overly romantic food for thought but it's the truth like she asked of him. she seems as fine as he is with a lack of sugar coating it. maybe they could have stayed at the bar going back and forth with each other and getting intoxicated all night but Dyson's okay with the alternative and everything it entails. like tracing her cheekbone with his thumb gently to prove he can be subtle, right before he leans in to kiss her. it isn't long-lived because they're literally against the bar and drawing some eyes but it's a taste. it doesn't satisfy him, if anything it only adds fuel to the fire. ]
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it. that's the exciting part, more so than the hunt itself.
for as long as he can remember, he's either run from love or run towards it relentlessly with very little room for anything else. he's tired of running, thought he gave it up another lifetime ago. he knows that he can and will wait as many centuries as it takes for Bo to decide to give him a chance again but right now isn't about her. she's not the one here with him—openly proclaiming that she's on board with this, with him. it's uncomplicated. ( and while Dyson knows every bit of suffering is worth it in the long run, he just wants someone that wants him ( and nobody else ) back for a few hours. ) ]
About fifteen minutes away, ten if you walk fast.
[ it isn't overly romantic food for thought but it's the truth like she asked of him. she seems as fine as he is with a lack of sugar coating it. maybe they could have stayed at the bar going back and forth with each other and getting intoxicated all night but Dyson's okay with the alternative and everything it entails. like tracing her cheekbone with his thumb gently to prove he can be subtle, right before he leans in to kiss her. it isn't long-lived because they're literally against the bar and drawing some eyes but it's a taste. it doesn't satisfy him, if anything it only adds fuel to the fire. ]
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