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Super random and I know I'm spam posting but!! I wanted to post this small little drabble I wrote up the other day based on the episode 1x09 of Dexter. Its super short and mostly about my Oc and their interactions with Rudy; some other canon characters overall. I hadn't really ended up using it for any roleplays or anything, and I didnt post it anywhere in the end really s o I felt it would be real wrong of me not to post, and share. 

A little brief summarizing--, Galv is my Oc and headcanons to be a slight longtime family friend of the Morgan family, more so Debra, and they're a forensic pathologist for Miami metro in training. Except. They have alot of secrets hidden up their sleeve, and they're a constant nervous, anxious wreck. I wanted to write something to develop them more, and such and i had way, w a y too much fun writing this honestly. I hope everyone enjoys! If anyone thinks I should write more of them/continue this pleaseplease let me know and I will!

You can read more about my Dexter Oc here!🖤🔪

Dexter had always been Rudy's main focus, his main target and the only thing keeping him around Miami almost entirely. Yet little had he'd known that he would come across, and meet someone who would bring upon the same curiosity and the same selfish, desperate need that his own brother did in a way for him.

Except, it was different. Far different.

Galvin had certainly been a peculiar  individual, distinctive in their own way. Odd. They had been A friend of the Morgan's for a hot minute, mainly because of his sister being a cop-in-training and one of Debra's closer friends. Both, being raised in a police-based family. Both, having fathers who had been on the force merely different states. John, most definitely not being from Miami, let alone florida. 

Their presence, had been unplanned on the small road trip that had taken Dexter and his girlfriend across town for the week. He had ended up tagging along in hopes of offering support, although merely just annoying the male Morgan sibling in the slightest bit. That, and if he had to be honest, the blonde needed to get away for awhile. Get some fresh air, some space. If-- fresh air was equal to the musty, dust filled air that surrounded the home him, and the others were left cleaning up. He didn't mind it, if anything more so used to it from his own experiences in the past. Just like Rita, he had tried to view it with a slight more positive perspective, and some time to enjoy themselves even if the situation wasn't the brightest. 

Things had been..awfully tense for the soon to-be forensic pathologist. The offers to join Miami metro, his studies, looming over his shoulders. The a c c i d e n t. John had been known to keep his emotions to himself for the most part, terribly quiet and a nervous, anxious wreck over all. Shy, and timid. He had been desperate to leave home for some time, just for a few days even but he'd scored the whole week with them and that had been more than enough. 

Some time to breathe, and study whilst helping them out. 

Until--, a second guest had shown up out of nowhere. Debra, and-- her boyfriend. Rudy. She was a practical firecracker, irritated with Dexter over something yet trying to offer her support. It wasn't something he wouldn't complain about usually, yet he was sweating buckets. Anxiety was rolling off of him, and coming and going in slurred waves. The home that h a d been dusty and ever so vaguely vacant, had became a little more full. 

Way too full, crowded more than ever. He loved Deb, she was the best of the best sisters and someone who made him laugh a lot, but in the situation where things were already frustrating and tense--. It was too much. Her attitude, and her anger that sometimes came from her at random, just barely enough to make him uneasy, and slightly regret coming honestly. Vulnerable. It made him regret putting himself out there, though he wouldn't of been doing anything different back at home. Perhaps dealing with his problems, instead of running from them if anything. He was simply anxious, far too anxious and barely able to contain it. Dexter, was too. Everyone sort of was, in their own little way. The whole situation was too much to handle.

It was slightly awkward in the old house, with everyone crammed in it stuck cleaning up decades worth of aging belongings, eating their take out food in spouts of hunger, ordered from the nights prior. Trying to keep themselves busy, trying to knock out the job and gather all the trash by the curb, by trash day at least. A house, that had been Dexter's fathers, who was no longer. Eerily, the whole place was a bit old fashioned looking, quiet. 

It was nice, relieving in a way that it was already awkward over all, and not entirely his doing- though still hard to handle. Still hard to bear. Easy to lose himself in his own thoughts still, which he had tried desperately to leave behind in Miami when they'd gotten into the car. 

There was a certain thickness,a heaviness in the air. An uneasiness, that wouldn't leave him no matter what he did, or what he kept himself occupied with to keep himself busy. Amongst the couples and the heaps of trash, and soon-to-be thrown out belongings, Galv was a little bit out of place to be there. Sticking out almost, like a sore thumb. Putting out the obvious--, that something was off, no matter how much he kept himself distracted by the garbage. Trying to hide it, eagerly. 

Rudy, and Galv hadn't met much before, though it didn't mean the dark haired male didn't know n o t h i n g about him. He had his own way, his own habit of snooping--, s t a l k i n g to get those tidbits himself. Anything he could find on him, he knew. Where he lived, that his sister went out for coffee with Debra lots; Where he studied. The accident, and and where Galv made his mistake. If the male would've gone into his home, and done his own, personal digging it wouldn't of taken much to find the clothed discarded in his closet, the b l o o d on them. 

Hidden, but not for long. How he was born in blood, but only different--later on, in his own way, by mistake. That he was like Dexter, he was like h i m. After spending so many hours, weeks, y e a r s hunting and searching for his brother only to find out he was exactly like him, he had never expected to find someone who would bring upon the same interest. The same curiosity. Someone else, just like him he'd thought. Everything the ice truck killer did, was kept to himself and his own little secret among his many others, much like the frozen treat of a industrial freezer he had, in his very own apartment kitchen. The male had many things hidden up his sleeve just as he did, many.

There had been times where him, and the dark haired Moser sibling had ran into each other at the Miami Metro office, with him either dropping off some paperwork he finally managed to finish, or trying to score something from the foot truck out in the parking lot below. It was brief, shy if anything. 

He had always sort of viewed Rudy as a goof a tad bit, a little weird which had suited Debra's loud self perfectly, they were a definite match in a way. If only Johnathan k n e w. The blonde always thought he was so charming, and sweet with the most handsome of smiles; a prosthetic doctor he'd heard, who had helped with a case as of recent. Little did he know, the male had his eyes on something else. Someone--else. 

His presence had been A surprise upon the female Morgan's sudden arrival at the old house, almost too much of a surprise, if anything. All the more stares, eyes on him it felt like even though no one, not a single soul was staring. Simply, John was a little paranoid. When the others had arrived, he hadn't known really what to do, nor what to do with himself. 

Offering a smile, a wave of his hand maybe and n o t h i n g more. In a way, at first it had almost seemed like he'd been A v o i d i n g Rudy, just as he was with Debra the past few days. Telling by her exclaimed 'why haven't you been answering any of your sister and i's calls, you bozo! the blonde pathologist hadn't been talkative as much lately. No, he had been ignoring them. Completely. Hoping that it would be enough to avoid and steer away from him, while he tried to think and work things out.

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It had been a little later in the week and later into the evening, darkness surrounding the residence outside and the house--feeling hollow and gutted, empty almost after a long, couple hefty few days of hard work and hauling trash bags around. The empty home, looking sad in its own way with nothing left really but the residents, the strangers that resided in it who had torn it down from its current state. Things were still as tense as ever, and they were planning on heading home soon in the next few days or so. Debra, still trying desperately to work things out with Dexter about everything, about Harry and his lies. He had felt sick in a way over the hours, the days. 

Trapped it felt like, even though he had been the one to take it upon himself to tag along. He had felt-- exhausted, and yet he still found it hard for himself to sleep. Not with everything that'd been going on, and certainly not on the dusty, and stuffy recliner chair he was stuck sleeping on. The others, splitting between the couch and the bed. It seemed whenever the others slept, he was left lying awake. Unable to sleep, unable to manage. 

The nightmares, the things he's forced to see all too real. Too much for him. His thoughts constantly running and unable to slow. It was impossible for him to score a couple of hours even, but he had grown long used to it. Or at least, he had been trying to grow used to it. Just as he'd been trying with so much else. Trying to--, forget, to just smile, and keep on acting normal for once. As if nothing was wrong.

That evening, had been another evening he couldn't manage to sleep. He couldn't manage much of anything. Tossing and turning,  turning into defeat. An extremely worn, sleepy blonde had found themselves rubbing their face, and trying to wrestle the blanket that was around him. Restless, fighting the nightmares that tried to haunt him endlessly. Every night, worse than the last. It seemed even getting away from home, getting soem fresh air for awhile did nothing for him. Absolutely nothing. "---!-" 

He had awoken with a jolt, and had stumbled away from his chair, over towards the kitchen with his face in his hands. A kitchen that was now vacant, bare. "God-" He mumbled, a tremble in his tone. In his touch, as he shifted open the fridge and peered in for something to drink. Something, anything. That, or he was bound to make himself a stale, cold cup of coffee. Right then, he had thought he was the only one up that early, in the morning, yet he had been far from it. As he moved around daintily to fix himself a cup of old, rancid coffee. 

Bitter to his lips but better than nothing, the sudden presence of someone hovering in the doorway and dim-lit morning sun, startled him as he had taken a sip. "O-oh--" Galv had jumped, freezing up in their spot like they always did, before letting out a small little huff past their lips finally, and glancing to the side. It took a lot to muster for him to look up, towards the other. Their fingers drummed around the glass mug resting in their hands, and they held it neatly close to them.

Anything to distract him from the reality, the factor in front of him. Confrontation, conversation. "I-I'm Sorry,.. you-... startled me a bit Rudy..what're you doing up so early?--" He spoke, a hint of his accent residing in his voice; sleepy. If anything he was sure the other was asking him the same thing, even if he was bound to not want to answer. Not honestly, at least. John couldn't, he could barely be honest about a n y thing and everything. That was the truth. He tried, it was just hard. Not after all that'd happened. "I didn't wake you, did I? Sorry-..if so.."