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Title: Dry Lightning
Author: moi,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anywise
Rating: *snort* PG at most
Disclaimer: only in my dreams (and all of yours too, pervs :))
Feedback: if you wish to make me cry tears of joy :> esp. constructive criticism!~
Notes: *wibble* n00b post! first fic ever written/finished. raw & unbeta'd. am v. nervous and have many misgivings about posting it anywhere, so try not to kill? a good maiming would be suffice, however.
Don't know where this came from, or what it's suppose to mean, so I beg forgiveness if it makes no sense. It really is a load of random crap. >.> (I don't even know where the title's from :s)
The clouds outside the window rolled sinuously through the sky, darkening by the minute. Air pressure was still changing, making the small hairs on his arms rise.
"Fucking tease," he muttered, staring at the hypnotic movements outside.
"Dom? You know... you don't have to say anything in return."
Turning to meet eyes, tinged worry-rock green, Dom gave a small, reassuring smile.
"I know."
"And it doesn't change anything, right?"
A few words scattered into the frozen darkness, with all joking aside, and no post-coital bliss to blame couldn't possibly change anything. No, no, it'll be all-
"Right."
More hesitation, and the eyes that looked awash with unsaid words (but too many had been spoken already) finally trailed down, and Dom returned to his post at the window.
Dry lightening, that's all it was. Jumping from cloud to cloud with reckless abandon.
"Fucking tease," he muttered once more, before turning to retreat to the darkened (empty, silent) bedroom.
~*~
It was hard to enjoy a house of cards, however gorgeous and stunning and charming a house it was, when you kept expecting the bottom to fall out. Because however beautiful and amazing the house was, it was still only cards, right?
When Billy was anxious or stressed, he began (unconsciously, of course) fiddling with his necklace- either gripping the small green stone in a loose fist, or running his first two fingers over it again and again as it lay placidly against his pale neck.
Dom had privately began to call it Billy's worry-rock, and had also begun to itch with the curiosity of wondering what had to be wrong; what anxiety or stress Billy was going through to cause him to rub the little rock in his fingers over and over again.
"Dommie, Love, I don't know what else to do."
But Dommie, Love had already begun to withdraw from the conversation, the place, the world. Slowly curling back up inside himself. At least it was nice and warm there.
"What can i do to make you believe that I won't go?" Eyes now a desperate, watercolored green. Confusion, worry, exasperation; the worry rock was becoming abused by now.
"Go."
Confusion intensified in the pools of green, and then darkened. Billy walked away.
"Go," Dom whispered again.
Go, but don't forget to come back.
~*~
Eight weeks later, Dom was beginning to wonder if he should have mentioned the 'don't forget to come back' part out loud.
But there was nothing to be done about it now. It was all over, and gone, and he supposed this was how it should be, right? Because love was the most dangerous of games, and he wasn't so sure that he was up for it anymore. This hunter (or had he merely been the prey?) was retired- or just plain tired. It was hard to tell sometimes.
The apartment was empty, though. Hollow with the memories of what had been (what had been?) Echoing the staticy tv, the annoyingly loud radio, the sounds of the street from the open windows, the lonely noise of a single person drinking alone in the dark living room.
The knock on the door surprised him, though.
Had he called someone? No, Dom was mostly sure that he hadn't touched either his cell or actual phone in a number of days. Taking into consideration that thought, maybe someone was worried about him and had stopped by to check on him.
He really did have such lovely friends.
But it was the intense green eyes brimming with expectancy that met him at the door.
"You told me to go and come back, right?"
And Dom had forgotten the power of those eyes- those eyes that could see past his words and the mouth that wouldn't spit them out, and straight into his mind, where all the really important words were being stored.
Well, not in so many words, but-
"Dommie, Love... can we make it now? is everything worked out?"
Still not sure, still so scared, but-
"Can i come in, at least?"
"Yes."
-oh yes, but only if you stay forever.
"Good. I'd like that."
...
right, that's all then.
*FLEES!*
Author: moi,
anywiseRating: *snort* PG at most
Disclaimer: only in my dreams (and all of yours too, pervs :))
Feedback: if you wish to make me cry tears of joy :> esp. constructive criticism!~
Notes: *wibble* n00b post! first fic ever written/finished. raw & unbeta'd. am v. nervous and have many misgivings about posting it anywhere, so try not to kill? a good maiming would be suffice, however.
Don't know where this came from, or what it's suppose to mean, so I beg forgiveness if it makes no sense. It really is a load of random crap. >.> (I don't even know where the title's from :s)
The clouds outside the window rolled sinuously through the sky, darkening by the minute. Air pressure was still changing, making the small hairs on his arms rise.
"Fucking tease," he muttered, staring at the hypnotic movements outside.
"Dom? You know... you don't have to say anything in return."
Turning to meet eyes, tinged worry-rock green, Dom gave a small, reassuring smile.
"I know."
"And it doesn't change anything, right?"
A few words scattered into the frozen darkness, with all joking aside, and no post-coital bliss to blame couldn't possibly change anything. No, no, it'll be all-
"Right."
More hesitation, and the eyes that looked awash with unsaid words (but too many had been spoken already) finally trailed down, and Dom returned to his post at the window.
Dry lightening, that's all it was. Jumping from cloud to cloud with reckless abandon.
"Fucking tease," he muttered once more, before turning to retreat to the darkened (empty, silent) bedroom.
~*~
It was hard to enjoy a house of cards, however gorgeous and stunning and charming a house it was, when you kept expecting the bottom to fall out. Because however beautiful and amazing the house was, it was still only cards, right?
When Billy was anxious or stressed, he began (unconsciously, of course) fiddling with his necklace- either gripping the small green stone in a loose fist, or running his first two fingers over it again and again as it lay placidly against his pale neck.
Dom had privately began to call it Billy's worry-rock, and had also begun to itch with the curiosity of wondering what had to be wrong; what anxiety or stress Billy was going through to cause him to rub the little rock in his fingers over and over again.
"Dommie, Love, I don't know what else to do."
But Dommie, Love had already begun to withdraw from the conversation, the place, the world. Slowly curling back up inside himself. At least it was nice and warm there.
"What can i do to make you believe that I won't go?" Eyes now a desperate, watercolored green. Confusion, worry, exasperation; the worry rock was becoming abused by now.
"Go."
Confusion intensified in the pools of green, and then darkened. Billy walked away.
"Go," Dom whispered again.
Go, but don't forget to come back.
~*~
Eight weeks later, Dom was beginning to wonder if he should have mentioned the 'don't forget to come back' part out loud.
But there was nothing to be done about it now. It was all over, and gone, and he supposed this was how it should be, right? Because love was the most dangerous of games, and he wasn't so sure that he was up for it anymore. This hunter (or had he merely been the prey?) was retired- or just plain tired. It was hard to tell sometimes.
The apartment was empty, though. Hollow with the memories of what had been (what had been?) Echoing the staticy tv, the annoyingly loud radio, the sounds of the street from the open windows, the lonely noise of a single person drinking alone in the dark living room.
The knock on the door surprised him, though.
Had he called someone? No, Dom was mostly sure that he hadn't touched either his cell or actual phone in a number of days. Taking into consideration that thought, maybe someone was worried about him and had stopped by to check on him.
He really did have such lovely friends.
But it was the intense green eyes brimming with expectancy that met him at the door.
"You told me to go and come back, right?"
And Dom had forgotten the power of those eyes- those eyes that could see past his words and the mouth that wouldn't spit them out, and straight into his mind, where all the really important words were being stored.
Well, not in so many words, but-
"Dommie, Love... can we make it now? is everything worked out?"
Still not sure, still so scared, but-
"Can i come in, at least?"
"Yes."
-oh yes, but only if you stay forever.
"Good. I'd like that."
...
right, that's all then.
*FLEES!*
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I am a sucker for the idea that there is an unspoekn connection between billy and dom. so this fic is right up my street. :)
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eeeeh! *sparkling*
thank you so much! :) :) :)
i feel like i should say more... but i really have nothing...
sorry.
THANK YOU. ^_^
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thanks so much!!
yeah, the silent message thing just sorta... popped out there. really wasnt planning on writing it at all.
glad i did.
:)
glad that youre glad i did.
:D
thank yooouuu ^_^
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thanks so much!
^____^
yeah, i sorta see love = card house, definately. *nod*
yaayyy.
i have comments. i am so happeh!!
*sparkles some more*
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I loved this part of the story the best:
"You told me to go and come back, right?"
And Dom had forgotten the power of those eyes- those eyes that could see past his words and the mouth that wouldn't spit them out, and straight into his mind, where all the really important words were being stored.
Well, not in so many words, but-
v. beautiful.
Christina
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eeeh! *sparkle*
thaank you so much!
i -heart- getting feedback so much.
((comment-whooore))
thanks!
:D
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*laugh*
dude, that was the greatest dork-type joke EVER. you totally win.
:D
thank you so much for the comment. ^___^
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i have a dork hat.
literally.
it says "DORK" in big letters across the front.
:D
never be ashamed of the dorkdom!! XD
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muahahahaha.
>D
Hot Topic, all the way.
((true, its mostly a crap store now, but they do have some pretty good shit every now & then.))
sweet
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awwwww.
silly brit. ;D
but, you could probably go to www.hottopic.com and search around there...
sometimes they dont have things on the site that are in stores, and vice versa...
but yeah.
or you could get a lovely american friend to buy one and mail you one. ^^
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Thanks anyway :)
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awww!!
:(
im sorry.
*gives you dom&billeh to cheer you up*
;D
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hmm...
be sure not wear them out too much.
and return them when youre done;D
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