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Title: What It's Like
Author: Sonata Night
Rating: G
Pairing: BB/DM
Summary: In fall, Dom writes. In fall, Dom watches. In fall, things are shared.
Notes: Mm. My campus always inspires me. :D
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food - Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from my imagination.



"Look, Billy!" Dom and Billy are doing promos for The Two Towers, and they're in New York. They've gotten a chance to see Central Park and from where they're sitting, they can watch as a huge gust of wind blows dead leaves everywhere, yellow and brown, orange and red and some deep pinkish purple. Dom has a notebook in his hand and he's sitting in the grass, oblivious (or probably enjoying the fact) that ants are crawling all over his shoes and pants while Billy swipes at them ineffectively. He watches as the leaves pass them and settle on the ground and he sighs.

"Everything is dying. It's so saddening."

Dom shakes his head, pausing from his writing. Billy has always loved to watch Dom write because he gets this look on his face. This look of concentration and yet dreaminess sometimes. And Billy loves to lay his head on Dom's shoulder then and skim what he's writing. Sometimes Dom closes the notebook and grins at him slyly, saying, "Not for you to know. Not yet." And sometimes he lets Billy look through it, seeing words crossed out or misspelled and he points at them while Dom scowls and turns to bite his ear lightly, whispering, "Wanker."

And he'll drop an arm around Dom's shoulder, pulling him close and continuing to read because it really doesn't matter about the spelling. It's what Dom writes. Sometimes he just writes about what he sees. Sometimes it's what he feels. Sometimes it's introspective and alarmingly wise and it makes Billy a bit scared and pained because it really affects him. Sometimes the drivel that he reads makes him laugh because it is pure crap and Dom knows it but it's Dom and that makes it lovely in a sense. He'll take the pen and scrawl something on the paper and Dom will reply, and they'll start talking to each other in the margins.

In the margins is a good way to describe Billy and Dom's relationship. It's what everyone sees straight off, but if you glance at the margins and read them and see the more private notes, you'd see that Billy and Dom aren't just friends. They've got something that they share and at night when Dom curls up in Billy's arms and feels his kisses being placed along his forehead, he sighs and whispers something from the day's margin notes. And Billy will shush him and trace letters on his spine, replying back again.

But right now, he's watching the leaves again as they rise and rustle and settle back to earth. Dom has closed his notebook and set it back to the side and is watching him. Dom likes to watch Billy. Billy figured that out a long time ago. Dom likes to watch and think so that he can write later. That's the part that Billy's never seen. He focuses on the fact that Dom has shaken his head earlier. "Why did you disagree about the sad and dying?"

"It's not sad. It's dying, yes, but it's beautiful. And it reminds me of Halloween. It's grey outside and raining a bit but that's okay. It's like Halloween. And there's something saddening but beautiful about it. It makes you want to just stop and think about things. Write about things." He taps his pen gently onto the soft cover of the notebook and Billy steals the pen, chewing on its end before sucking it into his mouth. Dom grins and tugs the pen away from him. "C`mon, Billy. Don't get it all slobbery and gross. Then I can't write."

Billy leans over and bites the pen again, pulling, and he realises that this is something Dom would do. He wonders if Dom enjoys watching this. "Do you like this?" He asks. "I mean, seeing me acting so much like you?"

Dom grins and gives up the pen, letting go and watching Billy drop it from his mouth now that he has it and twist it within his fingers. "I think that sometimes you pick up my traits and I pick up yours. It's inevitable, isn't it? That's what it is."

Billy turns so that he lean into Dom's shoulder and glances up at the trees. "You ever think..."

"A bird might relieve itself while it flies over us? A squirrel might drop a nut on our head? If the ants are crawling inside my pants right now? Yes." Dom answeres. Billy shakes with laughter, hearing himself as others must hear him and he lets go for a minute as he thinks about what Dom has just said.

"You freak." He mutters, reaching behind to settle his hand in Dom's hair and rub it affectionately. Dom yawns and slides down, bringing Billy with him, and under the protection of the large clump of trees, only a drop of water gets through every now and then, and they stretch out. Billy finds himself lying on the ground with Dom wiggling towards his belly and propping his chin on Billy's ribcage, yawning. "Tired, Dommie?" He asks and Dom nods vigorously, his chin pushing in and out of the dip of Billy's side and Billy winces. "Stop doing that because it hurts and go to sleep then. We've got a couple hours before the promo."

"Wanna watch." Dom protests even as he nods more gently and then stops. "Wanna watch you and the world."

Billy smiles at him from where he's laying. "We'll do that tomorrow." He tells Dom. Dom shakes his head. "What?" He asks.

"Might not be like Halloween tomorrow." Dom informs him. Billy's brows knit together and he stares at Dom with confusion on his face.

"Dom, tomorrow is Halloween. Tomorrow's going to be like Halloween because it is Halloween." But he realises a moment later what Dom meant and smiles. "Oh."

"Doesn't mean anything." Dom agrees. "Just because it's called something doesn't mean that it actually is." He finds Billy's fingers and squeezes for a moment before letting go. "I wanna tell you something. I don't want this to be called something when it isn't."

Billy is very confused this time. "What?" He's beginning to feel a bit like a parrot. Dom looks at him nervously. "What's wrong, Dommie?" They've been arguing a bit lately. Maybe it's because they know they're going to be separated soon for a while and they don't like it. Dom lets out a long breath and continues to look at Billy from where he lays. "Out with it." Billy orders strictly.

"I want to..." Dom bites his lip. "I want to tell them today. I don't want everyone to think we're just really good friends. I want them to know what you mean to me. I know you're afraid of it. But... I don't want this to be called something when it's really not. It's not 'just great friends'. It's the fact that you're shagging me and I'm fucking in love with you and you're fucking in love with me."

"And I'm in love with fucking you." Billy agrees.

"Didn't I just say that?" Dom scowls at him, then grins. "So?" His grin fades to a nervous one. Billy smiles back at him.

"What it's like, huh?" He asks. "Wonder what everyone'll say. I mean, we've kept it pretty quiet." Dom's smile is growing as he pulls himself up to Billy's shoulder and tucks his head into the crook of Billy's armpit, yawning again. "Go to sleep?"

"Nah. Just gonna think about what I want to say. That's what I was working on. I wanted to be able to read it but maybe I should have it memorised." Dom murmurs. Billy shrugs one shoulder so that he doesn't disrupt Dom. "You sure about this?" Dom asks.

"No asking me that. No going back now. That's not what it's like, you and me." Billy tells him, frowning. Dom reaches up without opening his eyes because he watches Billy even when he isn't looking and touches his lips, rubbing his fingers over them.

"No frowns." He says quietly. Billy's lips curve and Dom caresses for a moment more before nodding and sighing out something. "Watch for me?" He asks, motioning vaguely at the world, not quite correctly from where he's positioned. "So I can write about it later?" Billy tilts his head so that it rests on the soft grass, cheeks being scratched by leaves and he wiggles his head, pushing them around and away. He watches Dom breathe, his eyes flutter, and the way the sun is just breaking through the clouds in the distance.

"Yeah, Dommie. I'll watch." He says. "So you can write about what it's like."

Mm. I thought I'd actually lost that when I wrote it and didn't save it in the folder that I thought I had and I freaked out. Found it out in the folder for the RP that I'm also offering up. Just recently started with darcysonelove, and it's more of a first person as if it really were Dom and Billy keeping journals and if you leave comments, Dom and Billy will reply, not us. :D

tig_is_real. You can access their personal journals through there, and we'll be adding in more cast member journals as we go along.

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Very beautiful!