Dallon
If you want to talk, I mean, I'll talk to you, I guess. I'm not a bad person, I think, I don't know. Sorry, I'm terrible at conversation.
I'm here in the asylum for a couple reasons...I have social anxiety and post traumatic stress. Hopefully I'll get better.
So, yeah.
*Role Play Account*
Hey this is my writer’s face:
fghtffyrjesse replied to your post: fghtffyrjesse replied to your post: fghtffyrjesse…
That’s pretty adorable, actually.
fghtffyrjesse replied to your post: fghtffyrjesse replied to your post: Intros? Okay…
Where are you finding these? They are uh pure comedy gold.
fghtffyrjesse replied to your post: Intros? Okay um. I’m Dallon James Weekes, 30…
I think I laughed too hard. There’s been a shortage of air in my lungs. LOL (Laugh Out Loud)
Intros? Okay um.
I’m Dallon James Weekes, 30 years ancient. Uh, I play the bass for Panic! at the Disco and uh I’d like to broaden my horizons and actually talk to people so… yeah. Sorry. I also love art and I’m a uh quantum hobbyist.
Hi.
I think there are uh new people here? I’ve been uh trying to avoid the computer for a while but I’m Dallon.
Nice to make your acquaintances.
The smile that Dallon was causing just stayed spread on John’s lips as he molded his back to Dallon’s. As they traded kisses, John knew that all of his building anxiety from the past conversation was completely lifted up. It was like Dallon was his medicine or something even stronger than that; his love. He let out a content, happy noise from the back of his throat with a small giggle when their teeth clanked together, making John smile even wider than he was before, if that was even possible knowing John. He just let their lips part naturally as he looked back in Dallon’s eyes, just keeping them connected as he could feel the sparks between the two with just a glance.
John’s cheeks tightened when Dallon’s words broke the silence, knowing that was such a ‘Dallon’ thing to do when it came to love and how he used to feel about it. “What am I thinking about?” John repeated softly against Dallon’s mouth playfully before giving him a quick peck as his hand trailed into Dallon’s brown hair, looking up at him from how they were laying on the couch. “You.”
Dallon blushed furiously, still not used to this type of attention. “Me?” He replied incredulously, watching John’s smile stay across his lips: the one Dallon loved seeing because he was pretty sure that it was one of the only, if not the only, thing keeping him sane. He wanted to ask what John meant by that, but it was probably obvious, and Dallon suddenly felt nervous, but calmed down again as he looked into John’s eyes, reconnecting their gaze, staring into the brilliant, healing orbs that were warm and friendly, full of affection.
He used to have someone else look at him like that.
Shaking his head, Dallon decided at that moment that he needed to live in the present. The past had to stop haunting him, and right now he was going to put up a stop sign (the therapist told him to utilize it whenever a bad thought would appear), and breathe.
“I was thinking uh about you too,” he said nervously, blushing a little while holding onto John’s hand for support and comfort.
(Source: dallonn-weekes, via johncocv-deactivated20120218)
