dawsonisms:

{ fiiremane | starter call - accepting }

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lily, i- uh…

         the words don’t come, and for once, jack dawson can’t find the
            words to say. he offers the redhead a slight smile, and without
            thinking, he leans forwards, taking her hands and pressing his
            lips to hers.

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       lily felt a shiver run down her spine, eyes fluttering closed
       as she arched ever so slightly closer. he always made her
       feel loved. safe. cared for, if nothing else. fingers curled 
       idly around his, holding the kiss for a few moments before
       she pulled back. her gaze fell to him, a hint of curiosity 
       behind her emerald hues. 

              ‘ … what was that for ? ‘

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