The Introvert Conference [Fletcher/Private]

[Dexter Adams]

❊ BACK TO NEVERLAND ❊

Not once had the red-headed introvert felt his face get this hot. The redness of his face was painfully obvious despite the lack of reflective surfaces and the desire to disappear or at least turn invisible entered Dexter's mind. His heart was beating rapidly and gave zero signs of ceasing its drum-like rhythms anytime soon. The concept seemed to only make the red-head's nervousness increase tenfold to the point where he swore his face was literally on fire. A muddled cloud of thoughts swirled around his brain as the scene played on a constant repeat and with each replay his mind was tricked into thinking his heart's beat grew louder. His attention returned to the situation when Fletcher spoke his apologies; he seemed to have a difficult time speaking. Was Fletcher feeling the same? Dexter immediately shoved the thought away, that would be absolute nonsense and likely a hope fabricated by the feelings he developed.

There was hesitation before Dexter spoke as he attempted to carefully choose his words. "It-it's f-f-fine. I know... It w-w-was just an... an accident. D-doesn't mean... anything..." The stuttering stirred into his sentences with ease and the last three words sounded more like he was trying to convince himself. A wince was followed after the words, he had failed horrendously at trying to ward the nervous tones from his words.

Without any hesitation, the red-headed introvert returned to chewing on his lower lip in a desperate attempt to calm himself. Tranquility seemed far beyond his reach now as his mind continued thinking about the accidental kiss; he could not keep the scene out of his head. He missed the feeling and longed for another, but the sense of terror over the very thought and its inappropriateness at the current moment kept his from acting. When Dexter noticed the hand being offered, he took it, naturally he would happily take any opportunity to hold the hand of his crush. Although, he lacked the courage to even spare a glance at Fletcher for longer than a few seconds. The various signs of affection swirled around Dexter, there was simply no possible way he could escape.

The warmth of Fletcher's hand gave Dexter no desire to release it out of fear that never again he would be able to see the tall man. Everything about his companion seemed to possess some charm to the red-headed introvert, from the adorable sheepish grin to the way he had fumbled his words after crashing into him. These collective thoughts only made Dexter's blush grow brighter and caused his eyes to become glued to the floor. Why did Fletcher have to be so cute?

"I-I'm fine. I've f-falling enough time to... uh... be u-u-used to it? Ummm..." Dexter started, but stopped for a moment. His crush had protected him and hearing Fletcher state that he was causing trouble broke the red-head's heart a little. He could not allow Fletcher to speak anything of the sort! "No, you're no trouble at all! If... if you weren't here I would have been stuck out there all day, which would have been complete hell." Dexter insisted immediately after Fletcher suggested the absurd idea of being trouble.

For a moment, the red-head had to pause out of surprise at his own words before continuing. "B-besides it was awfully cute of you to protect me like-" It took a few moments for Dexter to catch his mistake and in reaction he covered his mouth, he meant to say kind. "Oh my lord... uhhh. I am s-s-so sorry. I... I just made e-everything awkward... I m-m-meant kind. I... uh, I um... J-j-just pre-pretend like I didn't say a-a-anything. I'm... um... still a little m-muddled up from e-earlier... Embarrassment dripped from each word and the red-haired man could feel his face heat up again.

Right as Dexter had kindly offered praise he had jumbled his words and thoughts. Pessimistic ideas began lurking around his mind and most of which were self-conscious. He found himself pondering notions about Fletcher thinking he was a delusional, love-struck fool due to how rapidly his feelings had developed. That was mostly a worst case scenario, there was always the chance that maybe, just maybe, his excuse would be seen as valid. The sense of uncertainty lurked around the red-head's mind alongside a feeling of terror over what would unfold. Even if everything turned happily ever after, which seemed highly unlikely, Dexter was scared that he would make mistakes since he already imagine how terrible he would be at romance. The thought only made the blush on his face grow more intense and he slightly lifted his head to spare a glance at his companion; a glance to see the damaged he presumed that he created.

WORDS: 791 TAGS: Fletcher Cazden NOTES: N/a

SHIN OF GS + ADOX

[Fletcher Cazden]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

Dexter stuttered as he spoke and Fletcher’s heart fluttered with a small amount of hope. Maybe,just maybe, Dexter was feeling the same way.There was no guarantee, but a man could hope. Dexter’s stuttering was actually quite cute, he became flustered and his face almost matched the colour of his hair from what Fletcher could see in the dark. He studied Dexter’s face as well as he could, looking for signs of discomfort. The last thing he wanted to do was make his crush uncomfortable, though he felt it was possible he already had.

He watched as Dexter again bit his lip, causing his heart rate to skyrocket. It was probably a nervous habit, but it was absolutely adorable. He shook himself out of it and shrugged at Dexter’s words.

“It was no problem, I couldn’t just leave you out there. No sane human being would do that to another person. It would be cruel and inhumane.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what to say next. He could feel the warmth of Dexter’s hand in his, which was a huge comfort. There was no denying his crush, it was plain for all to see how much he like Dexter. Except maybe Dexter himself. The poor guy seemed to be completely in denial. He could already feel another blush spreading across his face. Dexter thought he was cute, well the feeling was mutual. The more time he spent with the redhead, the more adorable he seemed, quirks and all. Fletcher watched as Dexter lowered his head in what seemed to be shame. Fletcher immediately felt his heart breaking. He couldn’t stand to see his companion so upset. Without a second thought, Fletcher pulled Dexter to his chest and tilted the man’s head up.

It was spur of the moment really, he had no idea why it was the first idea to pop into his head. He acted on instinct, closing the distance between their lips. Fletcher had never kissed anyone before, at least, not on purpose. It was such a new experience for him that he had no idea if he was even doing it right. He knew the situation was probably completely inappropriate, but he just couldn’t help it. The first time had left him wanting more and he didn’t know if he’d ever see Dexter again after this. He only had one life and he was determined to live it to the fullest. He’d be damned if he died without ever finding someone to love.

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[Dexter Adams]

❊ BACK TO NEVERLAND ❊

There was a complete certainty in Dexter's thoughts about messing everything up with his dastardly word stumble. All the courage the red-head had fleeted, leaving only fear in its tracks. Fear that Fletcher would never desire to be around him alongside the notion of the relationship idea not even being a remote possibility. There was no possible way that his companion could feel this peculiar stir of feelings, or at least that's what the light sensitive introvert thought. Patiently, he awaited to hear the repercussions for his slip up, but instead found himself surprised as he got pulled closer. Dexter's eyes widened in disbelief and found himself close to his crush. Naturally, his hands laid splayed on Fletcher's chest and the red-head found himself looking downwards still.

Without hesitation the emotional mishmash roused as his face grew redder, his heart began to palpitate, and an overwhelming feeling of joy mingled in with the shock. Never had he imagined being intentionally brought this close to his crush, or anybody in general unless they were family. His pessimistic thoughts faded when Fletcher tilted his head up and Dexter realized that his comrade had also been blushing. Suddenly, Dexter's thoughts muddled as the idea of Fletcher feeling the same finally occurred to him. There were no words that could enter the red-head's mind at the time; he could only look at his crush as his face drew closer. When their lips met for the second time in the last few minutes it seemed surreal and beyond different since this was on purpose.

The pleasant warmth and softness of Fletcher's lips was noticed instantly and any other thoughts that had clouded Dexter's thoughts dissipated to nothing. The appropriateness of the situation no longer mattered as a sense of calm and happiness transcended over Dexter; this moment was beyond significant. Never had Dexter felt endearment towards anybody until now and there was no possibility that he would be letting these feeling go anytime soon. Dexter close his eyes and let his rapidly beating heart and blushed face go unnoticed for the moment. This moment confirmed several things, one them being that the light sensitive man had zero desires to continue refusing the well stated facts. He wanted to be with his comrade and by some strange miracle Dexter had grown attached over in a ludicrously short amount of time. Perhaps this was a phenomena created by the Maras? The idea seemed unrealistic, these emotions were far too real and Dexter wanted them to be.

Despite the odd time when insidious self-conscious thoughts would storm in, the red-head found himself enjoying the strange mishmash. When the time arrived to pull apart, Dexter found himself smiling sheepishly and words still alluded him. The extreme joyfulness was staggering and the red-head found himself replaying the scene over and over again; he simply could not help himself. Fletcher was being far too cute and that went right down to his quirks.

After a few moments, Dexter found his voice again. "Um... Well I guess you don't have to ignore the cute thing." He found his words came out awkward and the red-head could already tell he probably was going to be mediocre at romance. Dexter did not know the first thing about romance, but he was definitely going to try as hard as he could.

WORDS: 556 TAGS: Fletcher Cazden NOTES: DAW SO CUTE!

SHIN OF GS + ADOX

[Fletcher Cazden]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

The warmth of Dexter’s lips was comforting and a sense of calm enveloped Fletcher. He’d never felt so at peace before and he didn’t ever want the moment to end. A feeling of contentment draped over him like a blanket. He felt safe and calm in Dex’s embrace, it was amazing. His heart sped up, but for once he knew it was a good thing. The blush on his face spread till the tips of his ears were pink. A blush was very easy to spot on Fletcher considering how pale he is. He closed his eyes and let all of his worries slip away for just a moment.


A mix of emotions flooded through the introvert’s mind, washing over him like a tsunami. They swirled violently and made him unsure of exactly how he felt, but he no longer cared. Nothing mattered at the moment. The entire universe had ceased to exist except for the two of them. Minutes passed, feeling more like hours and all too soon they separated. Fletcher panted, slightly out of breath from the prolonged kiss. It had been the most amazing experience of his life and he knew he’d never forget it for as long as he lived.

“Well, you’re pretty..uh.. Cute as well.”

Fletcher cursed himself for not having anything better to say. His recycled words felt inadequate to describe the pure beauty of the man that stood before him. Dexter’s fingers splayed on his chest were a comfort and an inconvenience. He was sure the redhead could feel the violent pounding of his heart in his chest. He had no idea why he was feeling so flustered, maybe it was the fact that he’d just had his first kiss at 23, with a complete stranger. He didn’t exactly mind, but he was confused nonetheless. Fletcher grabbed Dexter’s hands and held on to them lightly. It was time to go, if they stayed any longer they’d have a repeat of last night.

“Hey, uh, we should go. I don’t think you want to go through the same thing that happened yesterday. I’m sure it wasn’t too pleasant. Let’s get you back to your base before sunrise, eh?”

There was a moment of silence before he let go of one of Dexter’s hands and turned towards the empty hallway. He knew he wouldn’t be able to navigate it, but hopefully Dexter would catch on and decide to take the lead. There was no telling how much time had passed while they were...occupied. Who knows how long they had till daylight, and though Fletcher didn’t want things to end just yet, he was more concerned with Dexter’s safety than anything else.

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[Dexter Adams]

❊ BACK TO NEVERLAND ❊

At this point there were little to no words that could even begin to describe the swelling emotions. Being this close to his crush alongside sharing a long kiss had made Dexter feel warm, fuzzy, happy, confused and various other feelings that got twisted in. For a moment he had not even noticed his deeper breaths that grasped for a little more air. Blush still painted his face in a bright red tint, but it bothered Dexter a little less than before since he was fairly certain that Fletcher had already seen his reddened face a couple of times. For a moment, the redhead glanced up at Fletcher and noticed the blush on his face alongside the rapid heartbeat. It made Dexter's mouth tug up into a small smile, and when the tall man called him cute he felt his face heat up a bit.

Nobody had ever referred to him as cute with the exception of when he was a mere child. Despite the words being considered recycled, Dexter still blushed more and the red began to reach the tips of his ears. His smile broadened a tad and he swore he could remain like this forever. Being this close to his crush was heavenly and a sense of security drifted over the redhead. Although he was having difficulty responding to the compliment, something told him that getting better at romantic stuff was going to take a lot of practice since his knowledge was limited to movies and almost all of those were cliques. When Fletcher gently grabbed his hands, Dexter finally realized he still had not responded to the compliment.

"Um, th-thanks," he responded quietly. There were notes of genuine appreciation, but Dexter felt he did a unsatisfactory job with his response. Why could he not be a little better at stuff like this?

Afterwards, Fletcher released one of his hands and stated that they should get moving. Instinctively, Dexter flinched since he had forgotten completely about his nemesis that caused the most unbearable pain. Although he hated the fact that they could not stay in the position they were in a little longer, the redhead knew that moving a necessary. Suffering in the sunlight would definitely not bode well for his eyes and would probably result in Fletcher having to carry him back here. Which meant it was a significant task that had to be accomplish hastily.

"Yeah, you're right about that," Dexter agreed. "Sometimes I swear night vision can be more of a curse than gift. At least normal people can go out at night and day." It was a truthful remark since permanent night vision could be dastardly at times, honestly it was like a double-edged sword, but Dexter would abide by the requirements of having to only leave during the fall of darkness.

With that, the light sensitive man began to move forward knowing that his eyes were more capable of navigating the dark hallways. He made certain he that he was not going too fast and kept a firm grip on his partner's hand, holding Fletcher's hand was a comfort after all. A slight smile of plastic planted itself on Dexter's face as he worried about what would happen after they left Nootau General Hospital. Fletcher did, presumably, have his own base to go to which suggested possible separation which made him a tad anxious. He knew why, but the experience was still a peculiar one nonetheless. Usually he was rather indifferent about the concept, but Fletcher was very different from those other occasions. Dexter had strong feelings towards him and the idea of not knowing whether or not he was safe made him nervous. Soon enough, the redhead was chewing his lower lip while he weaved through the maze of white corridors.

Based on past visits he could tell that side door that led to the old and small parking lot was closer. He easily avoid the debris that littered the floor and every so often double checked on his companion. He kept quiet while he moved, using the signs to locate where he planned to go. Eventually, he say the two large, heavy double doors that could be pushed open, if they were not locked. However, Dexter had learned from many years of being a nice burglar of how to lock pick a door so he and his friends were not forced to break it.

Dexter stopped and looked at Fletcher. "We're here, this is the closest exit. I wasn't going to fast, was I?" There was a slight tone of concern in his question. The last thing he wanted was to make his crush exhausted or uncomfortable.

WORDS: 777 TAGS: Fletcher Cazden NOTES: Lucky day, cause triple 7 word count.

SHIN OF GS + ADOX

[Fletcher Cazden]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

Fletcher truly wished he was better at romance. He longed to have the skill to say exactly what he wanted in just the right way. It was silly to wish for something so insignificant. If he really had the chance for his wishes to be granted, being good at romance would definitely not be one of them.

Dexter’s entire face was red, all the way to the tips of his ears. It was adorable how flustered he seemed and Fletcher couldn’t help but smile at the thought. It had been a long time since he’d smiled this much and it honestly felt great. Hanging around Dexter would greatly improve his mood and self confidence, he could already tell that Dexter was a wonderful influence on him. It saddened him to think that they had to part, but Dexter needed to return to his base before sunrise or he would suffer greatly.

Fletcher sighed, concentrating on walking and trying his best not to trip again. He didn’t want to slow them down like last time. Luckily they made it to an exit with ease. Fletcher blew out a breath of relief and faced the two large doors.Hopefully they were unlocked and wouldn’t cause the pair any trouble. Fletcher turned to his companion and smiled gratefully.

“The pace was fine, it was easier this time since I had a rough idea of where things were. Thanks for the help again. And it was nice meeting you, Hell, it was amazing meeting you. I greatly look forward to seeing you again.”

Fletcher pulled a small notebook out of his pack, along with a pen and wrote down the address of his base along with simple directions in case Dexter was unfamiliar with the area. He tore out the page and held it out to him. The young introvert hoped that they would be able to hang out again, preferably sometime soon. There were no guarantees of course, but he could hope. After the intimate moment they had just shared, Fletcher was optimistic that they would meet again. Bringing Dexter’s hand up to his face, Fletcher placed a gentle kiss on the redhead’s knuckles. Lingering for just a moment before slowly lowering their hands.

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[Dexter Adams]

With each passing minute it seemed that stranger would make Dexter's heart beat faster and his smile seemed infinite. This mostly due to the fact that almost every little thing Fletcher did seemed absolutely adorable and being the easily flustered sort, Dexter would experience the emotions in full force. Just seeing Fletcher smile seemed to send his heart beat soaring. It made his own smile seem glued to his face, which was something he had not felt in ages. Being around his criminal friends had never been truly enjoyable especially since it disappointed his parents and with his parent's disappointment brought a lacking in joy. Alas, right here holding his crush's hand made the redhead feel overwhelmingly happy despite the odd feeling of embarrassment. However, having the door in sight almost demolished those feelings since Dexter hated the idea of separating from the person who made him feel so happy. When he hung around his fellow delinquents his smiles were small fake ones more out of thankful acceptance somewhere more than anything else, but here with Fletcher they felt real and meaningful. The redhead glanced back at his companion and noticed the smile immediately, which made his heart flutter. It was quite clear to Dexter that he was easily flustered, especially since half the time he was clueless to what he should say. Instantly as Fletcher mentioned how happy he was to meet him, Dexter felt himself blushing again with a wide grin on his face. "Of course... anytime... and I do too. I, uh, really like spending time with you and I... I'm probably the happiest person alive right now for getting the chance to meet you..." Dexter was honestly trying to be cute, but each word dripped with nervousness and he felt his blush increasing with each word he added. He somewhat wished he could at least keep himself calm when he spoke. Being given directions to Fletcher's base it made Dexter feel very happy. In the apocalypse, this was probably the closest equivalent to getting someone's phone number. Carefully, he folded the paper and slipped it into his jean pocket where he was certain it would be safe. The assurance of seeing Fletcher again made the redhead feel joyful and giddy. "Umm, if you want I can give you directions to my base as well," Dexter offered. Dexter felt as Fletcher took his hand again, and watched as his lips touched his knuckles. Quickly, the red tint returned while the corners of his mouth felt stitched in place. The redhead found what Fletcher did absolutely adorable and could not help, but look away in a moment of fluster. "My god, you're so cute," Dexter uttered quietly. Honestly, Dexter did not want to check the door for a few moments, thus he lingered before glancing back at the grey double doors. Separating now was an inevitability, but there was always next time they met. The redhead was honestly surprised by how clingy he was feeling, but presumed that perhaps it was due to the fact this was the first time he felt these intense emotions. Slowly, he walked over to the door and attempted to push it open, it did not budge. "Um, I think it's locked. Give me a sec, I can pick it." He stated it simply, not even thinking about what him being able to pick a lock could imply. He released Fletcher's hand, unfortunately he needed both his hands to pick the lock open. Quickly, Dexter slid his backpack off and withdrew his tools, also known as the paperclips he made into lock pickers. Locating the lock was an easy task considering his eyes were naturally capable of seeing in the dark. He slide the L-shaped one into the bottom, the tension wrench as somebody would refer to it as, then the straight went into the top. The task was an easy one for someone trained in it, and he went through his steps with ease and a click sounded. Once his tools were free from the lock, he tested the door and found that it could open. "There, that was pretty easy." Dexter stated as he slipped the paperclips back into his bag and swung it over his shoulder. The redheaded introvert had not even thought about informing Fletcher of what occurred before the apocalypse, at least not until now. Dexter's smile faded at the concept, he was scared that if the conversation came about that his crush would dislike him due to his criminal history, and the laziness... Immediately, the redhead began to ponder ideas of how that would go and thoughts that frightened him followed.

Into the darkness, a sanction from light. Fletcher Cazden 774 N/a

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[Fletcher Cazden]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

There was a feeling of pure bliss passing through Fletcher right now. Being around Dexter made him incredibly happy and he already couldn’t wait till their next meeting. He blushed again when Dexter spoke. The feeling rushing through him was indescribable, almost like a mixture of happiness and excitement. It gave him hope that a friendship could blossom between them.

Dexter’s nervousness was adorable and Fletcher couldn’t seem to wipe the stupid grin off his face. He didn’t think he’d ever been happier in his life than he was in this moment. It made him incredibly giddy to think about meeting in the near future. To be quite honest, Fletcher had become quite lonely on his own and was glad to have found such wonderful company. It was a reminder that the world was not as dark as it seemed. Dexter was a light in the dark for him, an escape from the horrible reality of the world. Fletcher was baffled at the thought, how had his luck turned out so well? What had he done to deserve such a blessing? He silently thanked whatever gods were out there for his good fortune. For the miracle before him in the form of a friend.

Fletcher nodded happily at the mention of an exchange. It meant they both had intentions of seeing each other in the future, which meant they both had intentions of staying friends. He stood silently as Dexter picked the lock, squinting through the darkness in an attempt to see his face. He already missed the sight of the other man’s bright red hair and dazzling blue eyes even though he’d only gotten a glimpse earlier. He very much looked forward to meeting again. Perhaps they could work together, combine their supplies and scavenge as a team. It seemed like a very efficient arrangement to Fletcher, but he wouldn’t bring it up just yet. He thought it better for them to get to know each other first, so they could both feel as though they could trust each other.

Dexter spoke aloud, informing Fletcher that the doors were unlocked. Fletcher sighed, it was time to say goodbye. He was reluctant to part with the young redhead, but he knew it was best that they each returned to their respective bases.

“It seems time to say goodbye. It was great to meet you. I look forward to seeing you in the future.”

He bowed slightly and held open the door for Dexter. Once he was sure the man was through, he too stepped out into the night. He bid farewell to the man and turned to leave. It was a peaceful night, mild, with a slight breeze. Fletcher took a deep breath and continued on, replaying his time with Dexter over and over in his head.

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[Dexter Adams]

The smile of Fletcher's face seemed infectious to Dexter, it simply made him happy to see his companion smiling. It made his heart flutter and the feeling joy was keen on remaining with him for the time being. His cheeks still possessed a red tint, the redhead was still rather embarrassed by what he had said. Obviously, he had never expected to feel intense emotions towards anybody making him ill-equip to fend off the assault of nervousness and the self-conscious thoughts that whispered to him. Dexter could not even begin to imagine how he earned this wonderful ally, especially with how he was. There was a mild feeling of guilt as the redhead remained tight-lipped about his former affiliations and personality bits. He simply kept smiling as he handed Fletcher his own directions and instructions to his base. They always say first impressions were of the utmost importance, they being his parents mostly, and Dexter was certain that mentioning past theft or laziness was a horrendous idea. Most likely it would ruin the entire meeting or perhaps even frighten Fletcher. Generally bringing up the topic would draw concern or perhaps even hatred depending on how the person felt about the mentioned topics. Dexter was definitely going to have to ponder how exactly he would explain what happened, but for now it would be a futile attempt if anything since wiping the smile of Fletcher's face would be sting more than the racking of guilt. The time would come when the two would have to learn more about the other, giving the redheaded introvert more reasoning to wait. When the door was unlocked, it made Dexter's positive emotions plummet, although he dared not reveal it on his face. He felt a sense of sorrow having to leave his new friend's side, he simply had no desire to, but of course Dexter had little choice in the matter. The redhead did not want to come off as too clingy. What calmed him was the thought that they would meet again. Before Dexter had the chance to get the door for Fletcher, his companion beat him to it and gave a sight bow. Instantly, Dexter's blush intensified due to Fletcher's gentleman-like behavior. To the redhead, it was adorable and made him feel like a love struck fool. For a few moments, he stood there until he nodded slowly. "Um, y-yeah. Sounds great, me too," Dexter responded nervously. How was he suppose to compete with somebody who was so darn cute?! If romance was a game, Dexter was pretty sure that Fletcher would beat him at it. He exited the building, wishing his friend farewell before heading in a different direction. Automatically, Dexter's hands hid his pockets while he walked away, already missing his company. He spared a momentary glance back before focusing on the path ahead of him. The redhead sighed gently, this feeling of lonesomeness was overwhelming, but he kept walking nonetheless. They would meet again, Fletcher had said so and Dexter had confirmed the concept. For the entire walk home and even after his thoughts seemed to be occupied by his time spent with his ally alongside how he was going to tell him about his past. END OF THREAD!

Into the darkness, a sanction from light. Fletcher Cazden 537 N/a

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