| Dylan and Michael. |
[Sunday
Sep 9th,2007
11:26-pm] |
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((OOC no he has broken up with mani guy and they've (Dylan and Michael) got back together, This was the last post. ))
Dylan walked back into his quarters, eating a nutrition bar as he walked in his head buried in a folder of research.
The scruffy haired man fell back in the chair, one knee crossed over the other as he leaned back engrossed in his work.
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| Lunch Date |
[Wednesday
Sep 6th,2006
4:50-pm] |
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mood |
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 weird |
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Dylan walked down to the botany labs, his mind whirling and his cheek still heated from the kiss. He slipped down the bright warm corridors and knocked on David's lab door. "Hi," He called walking in quietly before spotting David, "Lunch?" he asked
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| What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted. |
[Tuesday
Sep 5th,2006
11:26-pm] |
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mood |
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 crushed |
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Dylan frowned he'd come early to the empty lab and switched the lights on before sitting in his office quietly. IT had been days since he'd broken up with Michael but he still couldn't get used to an empty bed again and so slept very little coming here early instead. He stared miserably at his laptop screen.
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| Email To Dr David Parrish |
[Tuesday
Aug 29th,2006
8:17-pm] |
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mood |
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depressed |
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To: Dr David Parrish
From Dr Dylan Moore
Subject:
I need you.
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| Heartbreak |
[Monday
Aug 28th,2006
11:13-pm] |
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mood |
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depressed |
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Dylan sat solemnly his eyes glancing down at his fingers soft salt tears droping off his cheeks. He sighed wiping them away and pulled at his sleeves as he waited in Michaels rooms staring at his knees.
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| Sick Leave |
[Saturday
Aug 19th,2006
4:59-pm] |
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mood |
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 chipper |
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Dylan shifted from foot to foot a covered tray in his hands as he stood outside Michael's office, the bandaged still wrapped around hsis neck, His eyes still a little dark and his skin still just that shade too pale did nothing to hide the life and exhuberance in his eyes as he chimed the office door.
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| Escape |
[Monday
Aug 14th,2006
6:59-pm] |
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mood |
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sore |
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The bugs moved restlessly as the scientists worked on dissection Michael sat humming on his own in his own little case on Dylan’s desk. The large case in the main lab stood imposing in the room the bugs particularly restless. The lid lock loose a slight gap abused by the bugs as Dylan walked into the lab to check on them. Walking to the large case he suddenly noticed legs sticking out shouting in alarm, the closest marine turned, the bug latching to his neck. Dylan ran to the case trying to close it managing but not before being attached to himself and falling to the floor.
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| Glamour Boy |
[Monday
Aug 7th,2006
11:07-pm] |
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mood |
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 drunk |
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Dylan stumbled in through the door chuckling softly lipstick smeared across his face glitter over his neck and sparkling in his black hair> He covered his mouth giggling softly trying to be quiet in the dark room before tripping over a chair leg, slightly tipsy on athosian ale.
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| Lunch Date |
[Saturday
Aug 5th,2006
5:36-pm] |
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mood |
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 bouncy |
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Dylan sat in his office, he hadn't been able to do any real work all morning, all he kept doing was gazing out of the window and dreaming of the kiss that swept him off his feet hours earlier. He smiled softly to himself tapping his pen on the desk as he waited for Michael to appear.
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| Bliss |
[Tuesday
Aug 1st,2006
2:40-pm] |
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mood |
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content |
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Dylan sat down in the mess hall poking at his fried rice with a gentle smile a pad in his hands as he read through it. Perfectly content he had lef his lab in the care of his new assistant and now was blissfully enjoying his lunch and day dreaming about mocha skin and strong arms.
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| Unpacking |
[Saturday
Jul 29th,2006
11:15-pm] |
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mood |
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complacent |
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Dylan opened up his bag on t he bed and unpacked, his father had mostly recovered and so they had made their way back to Atlantis and back to the englishma's quarters. Dylan smiled looking over at Michael, "So what did you think of England?" He asked curiously, putting his boxers back into the drawer
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| Errol Flynn. |
[Thursday
Jul 13th,2006
3:16-am] |
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Dylan awoke to find Michael sleeping , he smiled softly and slipped out of bed changing and washing before heading downstairs and out to the stables. His horse galloped across the grounds, his hooves pounding against the Earth before he came to a stop under his window and smiled throwing up pebbles to wake his boyfriend up.
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| Family |
[Thursday
Jul 6th,2006
3:51-am] |
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mood |
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 anxious |
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The Car pulled up outside the hospital as the rain crashed down, English weather coming back full force. He sighed and climbed out of the car followed by Michael as he rushed in.
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| Penalties |
[Saturday
Jul 1st,2006
7:59-pm] |
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mood |
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sad |
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Dylan sat in the sofa, his puffy and red rimmed staring at the computer screen as the footage finished and turned black. He took a shuddery breath wiping the tears from his face as they began to fall more readily. He shuddered curling up on the couch his arms around his knees. He bit his lip covering his eyes as he cried.
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| Requiem |
[Tuesday
Jun 13th,2006
7:11-pm] |
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mood |
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calm |
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Dylan sighed the music streaming over him as he sat curled up in his chair, a hot mug of tea in his hands as he conducted to the requiem leaving his lapop speakers.
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| Fine Art |
[Saturday
Jun 10th,2006
6:09-pm] |
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mood |
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giggly |
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Dylan smiled softly laying on his stomach his feet in the air as he glanced over at Michael's body. He glanced down and let out a soft playful growl sinking his teeth into the pert taut flesh of Michael's toned peach soft buttocks. He then ran his tongue over the skin soothing it before resting his head there using him as a pillow. "Mmmm Michelangelo would've gotten a kick out of you, he would've called his sculpture Michael instead of David." He whispered. "Of course he'd need to be a bit bigger up front." He giggled into his skin.
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| Meeting |
[Tuesday
Jun 6th,2006
12:08-pm] |
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mood |
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 curious |
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Dylan walked into the conference room unsure and sat down. He looked along the empty table idly tapping the corner with his fingers as he waited slightly confused and ncertain as to why he'd been called.
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| Helpless. |
[Sunday
Jun 4th,2006
10:26-pm] |
~Via Email~
From: Dr. Dylan Moore
To: Dr. David Parrish
I am sure I will regret this but I have never been so...angry before. It's...its not something I like or take pleasure in, but right now all I want is for the colonel to go far far away. Michael...Michael works so hard and is so focussed on his job I barely see him as it is. What right does a man with 4 partners have saying he's distracted by just one. I...I barely got to see him as it was. These last two weeks we've barely seen each other in the hall just passing him on a day shift myself on nights. and now...now I'll only get to see him once every couple of weeks. I...Gosh I miss him so terribly already. To have to handle weeks. I don't know if I can. The colonel knows how important Michael's job is to him. I don't understand why he would...well now I'm a distraction. I was singled out as a distraction. I don't know what I did to offend anyone but I'm sorry I am truly sorry now please just leave us be. Let him have some life outside of work just a little. Just me. Please
I'm sorry I just I'm tired now I seem to have been fighting for this tooth and nail and trying so hard. I was just hoping for a little time where we can be happy. Just a little.
Love,
Dylan
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| Sliding Doors |
[Thursday
Jun 1st,2006
5:26-pm] |
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Dylan Signed off on his last observation setting the regiments back to their control levels, before sliding the paper onto his desk and heading homeHe took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He hadn't seen his marine for days with the physiologist on nights and Bates on days they simply say each other in the hall, tired smiles as they pass. But now, now it was over, the experiment finished time to draw up his conclusions which he could do in daylight hours. So he clocked off early and headed home to reaquaint himself with his loved one. Walking in and kicking off his shoes before collapsing on the bed next to him.
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| Success of Love |
[Tuesday
May 16th,2006
5:04-pm] |
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mood |
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 loved |
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Dylan smiled, He was sat in Michael's bed, laptop on his lap, dressed in one of Michael's black uniform t shirts. He sat there realising the rest of the world existed and chuckled as he wrote his email to David.
To: Dr David Parrish
From: Dr Dylan Moore
Subject: The success of Love.
David, I don't know where to start...I am currently in Michaels bed writing this to you and I've never been happier. I did it, I kissed him and he returned it. I was brave and I couldn't have done it without you. You were a true friend and I have been blessed. I have no idea how I can ever thank you enough.
Love Dylan.
Dylan smiled leaning back against the headboard happily.
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