#seesgoodx

She jumps at the sound of a voice behind her. But then again, she’s always jumping at something nowadays. The longer they’re here, the more on edge she feels. It’s different over here than it is when they’re back home. Home is safe, she’s on her own turf, she knows the limits and guidelines and what to expect. But here it’s unpredictable. Wild. And she’s surrounded by guys who are at their peak of macho manliness. ❝ Hey, ❞ She smiles, scooting over a bit to make room for him on the small step in case he wants to sit. ❝ It’s quiet. ❞ Caroline gives a shrug of her shoulder before looking back down at the beer in her hand that still hasn’t really been touched. ❝ I uh, ❞ She glances back over her shoulder towards the fire that a few of the guys have gotten going, managing a small smile before she looks back up at him. ❝ Not really my thing. War stories and macho guy stuff. ❞

Dylan stood a moment longer, glancing back behind them towards the glow of the fire and the raucous laughter and Sonny’s cussing -- but he did eventually stoop, sitting rather stiffly thanks to the rigorous demands of being downrange. Caroline’d more than solidified herself as an asset to the team... and more than that, part of the team; whether that’d ever been her intentions or not. He figured she might want a moment or two of company. Felt a little better about wandering over since she’d offered the spot. 

seesgood replied to your post: @seesgood​ // re; caroline’s bday because i know...

ok but the fuzzy pink pen is the best bc im picturing the ones that everyone had in third grade that were just SO obnoxious and they never even WORKED but everyone was like ‘look at my pen with a giant puff of annoying feathers at the top i’m cOOL’

that is exactly what he’d get her, yep

because i know you’re busy but dylan wouldn’t let me not at least say something --

vacancy;   dylan’d give her multicolored homemade bookmarks / paperclips, made with different strands of braided fabrics tied on carefully to those paperclips that have like, colours on them, not just the plain metal ones, and the fabrics would match the colours. 

echoing souls;  not sure if he’d know in that verse but if he did he’d give her like a traveling journal with like a world map printed on the inside back cover and last page and it’d have like one of those attached bookmark ribbon things with a little fake compass pendant at the end as the weight (because she’s the girl who dreams and is gonna go places and he thinks she should have every chance to explore and spread her wings and all that) and he’d give her like a tray of those little store bought mini cupcake things 

grey space;  dylan wouldn’t know as of yet and even if he did he’d probably only give her like an extra ration and be a jerk and ask if she expected him to sing her happy birthday (at this point)

If one more ‘I Am Big Tough Naval Killing Machine SEAL, Hear Me Roar’ comes up to her and tries to hit on her, she swears to god she’s going to drive her pen through their throats. See how tough they look then. And sure, she knows that maybe a little part of her deserves it. Mandy did try and warn her for how tough this job could be, and how the men could act. And she — in all of her brilliant wisdom — shows up in a sundress and denim jacket all wide eyed and ‘let’s take on the world’ on her first day and…she’s pretty sure she’s never going to live it down. Caroline sighs, looking up from her salad to glare at him. ❝ Yeah, no offense but I’m not really scared of you. ❞ She drawls, stabbing her fork back into her lettuce. ❝ And if you want to see what I’m capable of? ❞ Her lips twist into a smirk that’s equal parts innocent and threatening ( perfected from three years as head cheerleader ), ❝ Just watch.❞

Sleep never found him. Not even with all the comfort and reverie the softness of Caroline’s form snug against his brought him after she eventually dozed off. In the dark as the minutes ticked by, the discomfort eventually became impossible to ignore and deny... Dylan’d always been restless at night, but he’d never felt anything remotely similar to this before and he decided hours before daybreak that he’d have to fess up to something being wrong... after Caroline got some rest. By the time dawn finally crept over Mystic Falls, his jaw was locked and inflamed with the effort it took not to disturb her; his head was pounding, his vision as unfocused and erratic as his thoughts. It was as though the nightmares of the night before had sunk barbed hooks into his brains, had pinned him down, utterly unrelenting and infinite. Dylan was already watching her, battling with his conscious as to whether or not he should just wake her up, when her lashes finally fluttered... he couldn’t even breathe a sigh of relief. In spite of everything, he was still self conscious about the fact he hadn’t brushed his teeth the night before... that he’d done a lot of running, and panicking, and hadn’t exactly gone home to shower or change.

“Hey. We made it.”  Dylan smiled weakly nonetheless, chapped lips tremulous and wavering as he shifted his way out from under her as gently as he could manage despite his limited control.  The last thing he wanted was for her to think he was fleeing her bed or her company, but he was scared -- had been for awhile, struggling with this alone in the dark... and he couldn’t help but be scared for her to see him like this with his heart lurching in his throat as he struggled with so much as keeping his balance while he untangled himself from her sheets.  

canada is turning into america

Illysio was a small, ungoverned planet, tucked away deep in wild space. Untouched by the war between the Separatists and the Republic, it was with an unusually hefty weight of responsibility on his shoulders that Dylan disembarked from his ship and set foot upon the planet... his presence could potentially bring the war here -- or at least, what he was about to do. Luckily there weren’t many sentient life forms here. Humans had colonized rough communities on the banks of vast lakes, nestled in quiet, fruiting valleys... the place reminded him a little of the poorer sectors of Naboo, if he was honest; but without rule came a certain element of distrust, chaos. It was to his advantage. Kept families, tribes -- almost entirely made up of people who didn’t want to be found, whatever their reasons -- distant from one another... so a snatch and grab should be easy. And she should come willingly, after all; the person supplying the credits for this mission as well as his bounty when the job was done was her father, after all. 

A Separatist interrogator and strategist, William Forbes wasn’t among Dooku’s top chain of command, but he certainly held some influence in the galaxy in the right circles... and his pockets ran deep. Deep enough to quell whatever doubts or hesitation when Dylan’d seen the posting. A place like this was his eventual goal after all... but for now, while he was young and able, and the danger still lent some excitement... building a solid financial base was smart...

William’s daughter’s home was unsecured. Easy to slip into, and wait for her in the dark -- set his trap. By the time she came back to her modest home, she’d find the only way out again was the way she came... and none yet had beaten him in a chase. With no reason to suspect his presence and no where to run he wouldn’t catch her, if she wasn’t compliant in going home to her father, it wouldn’t be a problem... but he’d give her the benefit of the doubt first; he waited in her sleeping quarters to be safe, as it was further in her home and more contained. He was sat on the edge of her bed eating a handful of berries he’d found outside her home when at last she returned for the night.