I WAS A HERO EARLY IN THE MORNING ★ ★

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  • I AIN'T NO HERO IN THE NIGHT


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    Drabbles, one-shots, dreams etc. for Dallas as well as lyrics, quotes, and whatever else I find that I think fits him. Kinda like a cool scrapbook. Please no posting or tracking but you're free to browse through and read everything.[/fancypost]


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    [font=georgia]i am my father's son !

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    president heartbeat turn me into somebody new!



    "How shall I refer to you Mr....?"


    He thought about it with a frown. Harbringer was a name tied to some pretty unsavory people that he wasn't sure he wanted to affiliate himself with. Kennedy was his Church family name and more or less defunct. He wasn't even sure the family system was still intact at the Church, it had been awhile since he'd left.


    "Ah, Morgan is fine I guess."


    "Right, Mr. Morgan. This way please."



    thanks a million, thanks for nothing at all!

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    "I'm not here to kill you," the would-be assassin rumbled, flicking her claws across the ground with a sort of disinterested look on her face.


    "Why not?"


    "This game is getting boring. I want to play something else."


    "We can play. Yeah. We can play anything. Just ah...don't kill me. Not again."


    "I don't make promises."



    IT'S THE AMERICAN IN ME THAT MAKES ME WATCH THE BLOOD !
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    cigarettes and lollipops, mad magazines and white socks


    Everyone he'd ever cared for, jam packed in a sailboat of all things. He'd never even seen a sailboat before honestly, at least not in real life. But they floated through his dreams on a nightly basis, towing with them the people he missed deeply, sea spray whipping at their fur as they laughed and joked like they were all some big happy family. Like they weren't buried six feet under somewhere.


    One face in particular stood out, seemed to glow with a certain radiance that the others did not. This probably had to do with the fact that this face was still living (and thank God for that). His subconscious was trying to tell him something obviously, but he suppressed it. He'd been in love before and look how that ended--with another funeral. God, look at him, being an angsty teen er...adult.


    But this was no time to mope over the past, he did enough of that in real life. He sat comfortably at the front of the vessel, the glowing figure grinning besides him as they bobbed across the gentle waters.

    all in your car for our trip across the usa

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    He had a dream someone had recorded his last words.


    They were less words and more sputtering and coughing and choking on blood. He barely recognized the sounds as his own but they were his nonetheless.


    It went on for a few moments before lapsing into a content hum, as if he'd accepted fate. He reached forward and turned the recording off, unnerved, and woke up.


    - - -

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    [jon battle-born voice] you know what's wrong with Dallasblues these days? HE IS OBSESSED WITH DEATH

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    A fire in his eyes, no, I saw it,
    It’s bleeding from his brain and his wallet,
    He’s sick and he’s taken but honest!

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    " And your spine is a glass spire
    And your flesh is the concrete
    And your blood is the sewer
    And your scream is the city wall. "

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    "Wow. Rude."


    He woke up feeling cold and confused.

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    NOTE TO SELF!!! In case of human high school AU, Dallas is the jock with the heart of gold. :'^) AKA everyone thinks he's a jerk because he does sports and is kind of cocky and smug BUT he's actually rlly nice and loves everyone basically.

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    "Why are you crying?"


    "I'm scared? I know what this means and I don't want to die. I'm not ready..."


    "Please, we've done this before. Thirty-two times exactly. You've never acting like this before."


    "I know what this means, I'm going to die soon aren't I? I still have so much to fix..."


    "You haven't been the best Dallas, but you're far from the worst."


    "I fucked up and I need to fix it. I need to make up for it."


    "Stop crying."


    "They told me not to go..."


    "Stop crying."


    "I don't want to do this anymore, please..."


    "Stop crying."


    "Please just get it over with."


    "Get up then. It's not fun without a chase first."

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