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thisisheaven.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Mar. 3rd, 2004 03:32 pm)Title: "If you love enough, you'll lie a lot." (5/?)
Pairing: Monaboyd, with Orlijah on the side
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, wish I did. If this actually was true, we wouldn't be writing about it, the papers would.
Feedback: Always welcome, pretty please.
Summary: "...and when you're gone, a part of me I never really see, is missing too."(Quoted to appease my slavedriver because she hates my summaries and says no one wants to read my story cause my summary is so awful.) Billy tells his side of the story.
AN: In a fit of depression I thought I'd start an angsty fic dedicated to the reason I even know what slash is...my roommate, favorite drunk of all time, lover of all that is angsty...my p-resh.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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I want to thank my wonderful betael_erzulie again and again and again who not only offered to take me under her wing, but listens to my crazy 3 in the morning rants. Without her feedback and meticulous editing I really would be afraid to keep posting this story. She is the reason all this stuff makes sense and I don't know what I'd do without her. :o)
Previous parts: One Two Three Four
You sit down on the couch, carefully holding the hot cup of tea you had to make. Ignorant Americans.
Actually, Lij has gotten really good at making tea the way you like it, but you’ll never admit it. You like making him squirm thinking there’s something he can’t master. You look over at him and have to hide a smile. Some things and some people never change, and it’s in the beauty of their consistency that you can find peace, even when your heart is broken.
Looking back at you, he pauses his game and gives you a shy smile, trying to gauge your mood. “Just tell me when you’re ready,” he says hopefully and moves onto the couch, still holding the controller.
Just as he is about to restart the game you begin talking. “I know this all seems so strange. I mean, I should have told you before what was going on. It’s just really hard realizing that the person you love is never going to return those feelings,” you say painfully.
“Billy, you know I wouldn’t push it. I just can’t understand what happened. I mean, you two were so happy. I know there were the differences here and there, but I never expected your phone call or to find you in such a state. I want to help,” Lij answers, before turning off the TV and squirming around to face you. As you open your mouth to continue, he interrupts you and quickly asks, “Does this have something to do with your agreement?” Although he isn’t trying to be cruel, you can hear a mixture of disdain and sarcasm in his voice as he says “agreement” almost mockingly.
“It does, but not in the way you think. Regardless of our agreement, if things had changed then the agreement would have never mattered. The fact is, even if we had never made the deal, he wouldn’t love me,” you return, almost spitefully. In a fit of anger and partially to prove him wrong, you reach into your pocket and almost throw a small black box at him. As you let it go, you realize you had been clutching it since you sat down. Softly, you say, “Before you have a fit, it isn’t for marriage, just for love.”
His blue eyes widen and he looks completely startled. He opens the box and gasps, and then looks at you and asks breathlessly, “And he said no?”
“No you git, he never saw it,” you answer sadly.
“But Billy, why didn’t you give this to him? He probably never knew how you felt. Maybe that’s the reason for all the problems,” Lij says, trying to reason a response out of you.
“That’s what I was trying to do,” you answer vehemently. “I was planning something big for him, a surprise, before going back to New Zealand. I even asked a friend to help because I’m hopeless when it comes to things like this. I wanted to ask him again, because I couldn’t give up on the idea that he maybe could truly love me. But this time, I wanted to be brave. I wanted to tell him first that I loved him and that whatever it is I once thought I wanted really did die the day I met him. Some cliché happy family life and the almost nauseating quest for normal is a battle I’ve fought with myself for some time.
“But you know what I came to realize? There is no such thing as normal, and if there is, it’s not happy. The relationship I want more than anything in the entire world is anything but normal, and it killed me the day I figured it out. Actually no, it killed me the day he said he didn’t love me, but I stayed because I was too weak to walk away.”
“Truly, I can’t make myself walk away. No matter how I fight the situation and these feelings, I can’t deny the truth. I’m in love with my best friend. And I really thought I could beat Dom’s stubbornness. I made that agreement to protect myself, to keep me from becoming attached, because I honestly thought that this was only temporary, some strange fling. That ring there was bought out of the belief that some part of him loved me and would be with me if I just said or did the right thing. Now even that hope is dead.”
Elijah stares at you, his expressions flickering between shock, disbelief, sadness, and finally settling on pity. You don’t want to be pitied; you brought this on yourself. It was because you were too weak when the time came to tell Dom how you felt. Deep down, you realize that Dom would never have told you first, that your insistence about the damned agreement that you thought would save you inevitably became your downfall.
“Billy, you don’t know for sure. Dom’s not exactly prancing around without you. If he’s worth it, then you can’t give up hope. I remember someone telling me that a long time ago,” Elijah spoke finally, smiling fondly at a faraway memory.
You know what he’s referring to. It was before you and Dom, before a lot of things. Orlando had been filming Helm’s Deep and spent three long months with almost no contact with the hobbits. Barely two weeks had gone by before you began to notice the listless haze that had developed around Elijah. During filming, you began to notice the now the forced laughter and smiles that were usually such an effortless trademark of the blue-eyed wonder, and known that something was wrong. Even Dom, usually a bit thick-headed when it came to emotional matters, had given you a worried look.
That day, on the drive home, you two had discussed what to do with Lij. It was voted that you would go talk to him and find out what was the matter, since Dom insisted his vote counted for more, as he was taller than you.
Knock, knock.
“Who is it?” a wavering voice asks.
“Hey Elwood, it’s me, Billy. Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Yeah, just hold on...okay, come in.”
You walk in as Elijah lights up a cigarette and sniffs quietly. Walking over, you give him a warm hug and note that he is shaking slightly. “Okay Wood, now either you tell me what’s going on this instant, or I’m going to get you horrendously sloshed and you’ll tell me anyway. Your choice, the easy way or the reintroduction to the nearest toilet way,” you say gruffly.
Elijah attempts a smile before breaking down completely. Sitting down on the chair next to him, you carefully take the cigarette out of his trembling fingers and pull him into another hug. He mumbles incoherently into your shoulder and between small sobs you hear, “Miss him…so stupid…can’t help…I don’t know what to do.”
Though nothing concrete, this confirms your earlier suspicions about Elijah. It’s not a big secret that he’s gay, as that had been confirmed relatively soon into filming, although it wasn’t spread much further than the immediate cast members. However, Lij had, for the most part, avoided seeing anyone during filming and hadn’t spoken of any real attractions.
“Shh. Shh. Lij, it’s going to be alright. Tell me who is this about? What happened?”
“B-But no, you won’t understand. I-I can’t…it’ll make things so awkward.”
“Lij, do you like someone on the cast? You have to tell me what’s going on, I can tell that you’re miserable and I can’t just allow this to continue. You’re my friend, Lij.” You know you want to protect the younger man, for despite being a child prodigy and one of the more boisterous cast members, he has a tender heart.
You watch as Lij sits up abruptly, stands up, and walks over to his CDs, picking up one of the larger cases. He walks back to you, sits down, and hands you the case. Flipping through it absently, you see nothing unusual. Even after paying extra attention to the CDs that were in there, you can’t see any correlation or relevance. Lij sighs and reopens the CD case to the front, bending the case cover back a little.
The black fabric that covers the case slides back and you notice the edge of something. Pushing the netting back more, you realize there are some pictures secured to the inside of the cover. Glancing quickly, you realize that Viggo had probably given Elijah doubles, as you recognize most of them as his. Elijah pulls three off the back of the set and hands them to you.
The first is a picture of the Fellowship at the beach. You had fallen on Elijah because Dom had put you in a headlock and then you’d tripped. The three of you had fallen on Orlando, who had been in the process of opening a beer, which had then sprayed all over the four of you. Smiling fondly, you flip to the next picture.
The second is of the same group again, except this time the background is your house. Elijah and Dom had been playing video games and you had been getting some food in the kitchen. Coming back you had promptly tackled Dom, allowing Elijah to get even further along in the racing game. Dom complained loudly of an unfair advantage, so Orlando, who had been sitting of the floor, jumped into Elijah’s lap and started tickling him madly. Viggo had probably snapped the picture quietly in the middle of the ensuing rowdy war.
But the last one, that is the most telltale. There is only one person in it. He was lying on the couch from the last picture, half asleep after a night of drinking. It’s also a candid shot, and you have never seen it before. Whoever had taken it had been really close to the subject’s face, sitting on the floor, and had covered him with a blanket beforehand. It was Orlando.
Looking up at Elijah, you see a small smile gracing his face. His eyes are outlining Orlando on the page and you want to hit yourself in the head for not seeing the signs sooner. But Orlando is filming Helm’s Deep, and isn’t going to be back in regular shooting for another two months. You hear a whisper and look at Elijah’s face before processing the words, “I miss him.”
“Lij, he’s not gone. We’re going to see him soon, you know, the next weekend for the boat race.”
“But it’s not the same. Billy, I can’t control this anymore. I feel so strongly for him and I don’t understand why or how and I can’t make it go away. He’s such a flirt and it kills me to know that I’ll never have a chance with him.”
“How do you know? Have you ever tried to talk to him?”
“No,” Lij says, as two tears roll down his face, “but it wouldn’t matter. I bet you he doesn’t even notice when we see him. He never does. I bet he won’t even be sad that he hasn’t been filming with me, he’ll just be missing the beach or something.”
“Stop that. You need to let him know, because if you don’t then you’re just going to keep hurting yourself like this. It’s not right, and you know he cares about you. If he’s really worth all this, then you can’t give up hope.”
Two weeks later, Orlando had turned up for the weekend you guys had planned together. He was tired and looking a little sallow from the lack of sunlight but he grinned brightly and gathered you all in hugs, saying you were a sight better than orcs. The first night you had all gotten very drunk, but none more than Elijah. He started to get sick right when Dom was trying to stumble up the stairs. Silently nodding in agreement, you and Orlando split up. You walked Dom up the stairs and he took Elijah outside.
Coming down about half an hour later to get some water, you stop abruptly in the shadow of the doorway of the living room. Elijah is lying on his back, propped up by a couple of pillows, with a glass of water in his hand. He has the same terrified, vulnerable expression on his face of the day that he told you about Orlando. Orlando is kneeling by Elijah’s side, a look of surprise and something else on his face. Slowly and silently, he gets to his feet and you pray that he won’t walk out and leave Elijah. Instead, Orlando lifts Elijah’s torso, sits on the couch under him, and then pulls the smaller man onto his lap, head back against the pillows. Hesitantly, he brushes a hand across Lij’s cheek, and he leans over and tenderly kisses him on the temple.
So quiet you almost miss it, a whisper that was more of a small exhalation than words drifts to you and you hear, “Sleep now. I promise I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Lij gives Orlando a tentative smile and burrows into the warmth of Orlando’s chest, sighing contentedly.
You smile, almost crying happily in your sorely drunken state, but instead turn back to the stairs. Needless to say, you don’t go downstairs for water again until the morning.
You smile at the memory, but feel the weight of the present on your shoulders. Those moments of warmth now make you recognize how cold you truly feel. This sharp and bitter feeling that starts in the pit of your stomach and travels through your veins, encasing your heart and making you gasp at the chill.
Stifling a sob, you set down your now cold tea and reflexively grab a pillow, curling up on the couch in a natural defensive position. Only now your sobs are empty and your body just shakes. There aren’t any tears left. There may never be.
Pairing: Monaboyd, with Orlijah on the side
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, wish I did. If this actually was true, we wouldn't be writing about it, the papers would.
Feedback: Always welcome, pretty please.
Summary: "...and when you're gone, a part of me I never really see, is missing too."
AN: In a fit of depression I thought I'd start an angsty fic dedicated to the reason I even know what slash is...my roommate, favorite drunk of all time, lover of all that is angsty...my p-resh.
pre_expansion I want to thank my wonderful beta
el_erzulie again and again and again who not only offered to take me under her wing, but listens to my crazy 3 in the morning rants. Without her feedback and meticulous editing I really would be afraid to keep posting this story. She is the reason all this stuff makes sense and I don't know what I'd do without her. :o) Previous parts: One Two Three Four
You sit down on the couch, carefully holding the hot cup of tea you had to make. Ignorant Americans.
Actually, Lij has gotten really good at making tea the way you like it, but you’ll never admit it. You like making him squirm thinking there’s something he can’t master. You look over at him and have to hide a smile. Some things and some people never change, and it’s in the beauty of their consistency that you can find peace, even when your heart is broken.
Looking back at you, he pauses his game and gives you a shy smile, trying to gauge your mood. “Just tell me when you’re ready,” he says hopefully and moves onto the couch, still holding the controller.
Just as he is about to restart the game you begin talking. “I know this all seems so strange. I mean, I should have told you before what was going on. It’s just really hard realizing that the person you love is never going to return those feelings,” you say painfully.
“Billy, you know I wouldn’t push it. I just can’t understand what happened. I mean, you two were so happy. I know there were the differences here and there, but I never expected your phone call or to find you in such a state. I want to help,” Lij answers, before turning off the TV and squirming around to face you. As you open your mouth to continue, he interrupts you and quickly asks, “Does this have something to do with your agreement?” Although he isn’t trying to be cruel, you can hear a mixture of disdain and sarcasm in his voice as he says “agreement” almost mockingly.
“It does, but not in the way you think. Regardless of our agreement, if things had changed then the agreement would have never mattered. The fact is, even if we had never made the deal, he wouldn’t love me,” you return, almost spitefully. In a fit of anger and partially to prove him wrong, you reach into your pocket and almost throw a small black box at him. As you let it go, you realize you had been clutching it since you sat down. Softly, you say, “Before you have a fit, it isn’t for marriage, just for love.”
His blue eyes widen and he looks completely startled. He opens the box and gasps, and then looks at you and asks breathlessly, “And he said no?”
“No you git, he never saw it,” you answer sadly.
“But Billy, why didn’t you give this to him? He probably never knew how you felt. Maybe that’s the reason for all the problems,” Lij says, trying to reason a response out of you.
“That’s what I was trying to do,” you answer vehemently. “I was planning something big for him, a surprise, before going back to New Zealand. I even asked a friend to help because I’m hopeless when it comes to things like this. I wanted to ask him again, because I couldn’t give up on the idea that he maybe could truly love me. But this time, I wanted to be brave. I wanted to tell him first that I loved him and that whatever it is I once thought I wanted really did die the day I met him. Some cliché happy family life and the almost nauseating quest for normal is a battle I’ve fought with myself for some time.
“But you know what I came to realize? There is no such thing as normal, and if there is, it’s not happy. The relationship I want more than anything in the entire world is anything but normal, and it killed me the day I figured it out. Actually no, it killed me the day he said he didn’t love me, but I stayed because I was too weak to walk away.”
“Truly, I can’t make myself walk away. No matter how I fight the situation and these feelings, I can’t deny the truth. I’m in love with my best friend. And I really thought I could beat Dom’s stubbornness. I made that agreement to protect myself, to keep me from becoming attached, because I honestly thought that this was only temporary, some strange fling. That ring there was bought out of the belief that some part of him loved me and would be with me if I just said or did the right thing. Now even that hope is dead.”
Elijah stares at you, his expressions flickering between shock, disbelief, sadness, and finally settling on pity. You don’t want to be pitied; you brought this on yourself. It was because you were too weak when the time came to tell Dom how you felt. Deep down, you realize that Dom would never have told you first, that your insistence about the damned agreement that you thought would save you inevitably became your downfall.
“Billy, you don’t know for sure. Dom’s not exactly prancing around without you. If he’s worth it, then you can’t give up hope. I remember someone telling me that a long time ago,” Elijah spoke finally, smiling fondly at a faraway memory.
You know what he’s referring to. It was before you and Dom, before a lot of things. Orlando had been filming Helm’s Deep and spent three long months with almost no contact with the hobbits. Barely two weeks had gone by before you began to notice the listless haze that had developed around Elijah. During filming, you began to notice the now the forced laughter and smiles that were usually such an effortless trademark of the blue-eyed wonder, and known that something was wrong. Even Dom, usually a bit thick-headed when it came to emotional matters, had given you a worried look.
That day, on the drive home, you two had discussed what to do with Lij. It was voted that you would go talk to him and find out what was the matter, since Dom insisted his vote counted for more, as he was taller than you.
Knock, knock.
“Who is it?” a wavering voice asks.
“Hey Elwood, it’s me, Billy. Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Yeah, just hold on...okay, come in.”
You walk in as Elijah lights up a cigarette and sniffs quietly. Walking over, you give him a warm hug and note that he is shaking slightly. “Okay Wood, now either you tell me what’s going on this instant, or I’m going to get you horrendously sloshed and you’ll tell me anyway. Your choice, the easy way or the reintroduction to the nearest toilet way,” you say gruffly.
Elijah attempts a smile before breaking down completely. Sitting down on the chair next to him, you carefully take the cigarette out of his trembling fingers and pull him into another hug. He mumbles incoherently into your shoulder and between small sobs you hear, “Miss him…so stupid…can’t help…I don’t know what to do.”
Though nothing concrete, this confirms your earlier suspicions about Elijah. It’s not a big secret that he’s gay, as that had been confirmed relatively soon into filming, although it wasn’t spread much further than the immediate cast members. However, Lij had, for the most part, avoided seeing anyone during filming and hadn’t spoken of any real attractions.
“Shh. Shh. Lij, it’s going to be alright. Tell me who is this about? What happened?”
“B-But no, you won’t understand. I-I can’t…it’ll make things so awkward.”
“Lij, do you like someone on the cast? You have to tell me what’s going on, I can tell that you’re miserable and I can’t just allow this to continue. You’re my friend, Lij.” You know you want to protect the younger man, for despite being a child prodigy and one of the more boisterous cast members, he has a tender heart.
You watch as Lij sits up abruptly, stands up, and walks over to his CDs, picking up one of the larger cases. He walks back to you, sits down, and hands you the case. Flipping through it absently, you see nothing unusual. Even after paying extra attention to the CDs that were in there, you can’t see any correlation or relevance. Lij sighs and reopens the CD case to the front, bending the case cover back a little.
The black fabric that covers the case slides back and you notice the edge of something. Pushing the netting back more, you realize there are some pictures secured to the inside of the cover. Glancing quickly, you realize that Viggo had probably given Elijah doubles, as you recognize most of them as his. Elijah pulls three off the back of the set and hands them to you.
The first is a picture of the Fellowship at the beach. You had fallen on Elijah because Dom had put you in a headlock and then you’d tripped. The three of you had fallen on Orlando, who had been in the process of opening a beer, which had then sprayed all over the four of you. Smiling fondly, you flip to the next picture.
The second is of the same group again, except this time the background is your house. Elijah and Dom had been playing video games and you had been getting some food in the kitchen. Coming back you had promptly tackled Dom, allowing Elijah to get even further along in the racing game. Dom complained loudly of an unfair advantage, so Orlando, who had been sitting of the floor, jumped into Elijah’s lap and started tickling him madly. Viggo had probably snapped the picture quietly in the middle of the ensuing rowdy war.
But the last one, that is the most telltale. There is only one person in it. He was lying on the couch from the last picture, half asleep after a night of drinking. It’s also a candid shot, and you have never seen it before. Whoever had taken it had been really close to the subject’s face, sitting on the floor, and had covered him with a blanket beforehand. It was Orlando.
Looking up at Elijah, you see a small smile gracing his face. His eyes are outlining Orlando on the page and you want to hit yourself in the head for not seeing the signs sooner. But Orlando is filming Helm’s Deep, and isn’t going to be back in regular shooting for another two months. You hear a whisper and look at Elijah’s face before processing the words, “I miss him.”
“Lij, he’s not gone. We’re going to see him soon, you know, the next weekend for the boat race.”
“But it’s not the same. Billy, I can’t control this anymore. I feel so strongly for him and I don’t understand why or how and I can’t make it go away. He’s such a flirt and it kills me to know that I’ll never have a chance with him.”
“How do you know? Have you ever tried to talk to him?”
“No,” Lij says, as two tears roll down his face, “but it wouldn’t matter. I bet you he doesn’t even notice when we see him. He never does. I bet he won’t even be sad that he hasn’t been filming with me, he’ll just be missing the beach or something.”
“Stop that. You need to let him know, because if you don’t then you’re just going to keep hurting yourself like this. It’s not right, and you know he cares about you. If he’s really worth all this, then you can’t give up hope.”
Two weeks later, Orlando had turned up for the weekend you guys had planned together. He was tired and looking a little sallow from the lack of sunlight but he grinned brightly and gathered you all in hugs, saying you were a sight better than orcs. The first night you had all gotten very drunk, but none more than Elijah. He started to get sick right when Dom was trying to stumble up the stairs. Silently nodding in agreement, you and Orlando split up. You walked Dom up the stairs and he took Elijah outside.
Coming down about half an hour later to get some water, you stop abruptly in the shadow of the doorway of the living room. Elijah is lying on his back, propped up by a couple of pillows, with a glass of water in his hand. He has the same terrified, vulnerable expression on his face of the day that he told you about Orlando. Orlando is kneeling by Elijah’s side, a look of surprise and something else on his face. Slowly and silently, he gets to his feet and you pray that he won’t walk out and leave Elijah. Instead, Orlando lifts Elijah’s torso, sits on the couch under him, and then pulls the smaller man onto his lap, head back against the pillows. Hesitantly, he brushes a hand across Lij’s cheek, and he leans over and tenderly kisses him on the temple.
So quiet you almost miss it, a whisper that was more of a small exhalation than words drifts to you and you hear, “Sleep now. I promise I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Lij gives Orlando a tentative smile and burrows into the warmth of Orlando’s chest, sighing contentedly.
You smile, almost crying happily in your sorely drunken state, but instead turn back to the stairs. Needless to say, you don’t go downstairs for water again until the morning.
You smile at the memory, but feel the weight of the present on your shoulders. Those moments of warmth now make you recognize how cold you truly feel. This sharp and bitter feeling that starts in the pit of your stomach and travels through your veins, encasing your heart and making you gasp at the chill.
Stifling a sob, you set down your now cold tea and reflexively grab a pillow, curling up on the couch in a natural defensive position. Only now your sobs are empty and your body just shakes. There aren’t any tears left. There may never be.
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Thank you for commenting and reading my little story!!!
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ooh, more
just the perfect amount of angst that i needed on this lonely night
*hugs all of them*
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I'm really glad you like how it's going and didn't run away from the back story. I was wondering how it would be received.
Thank you so much for commenting. Please keep reading, I promise more's coming very very soon! :o)
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apotropaical can sense it when I refer to her by nameI'm actually getting off my sorry ass and writing two reviews in one day.You know, the words 'squirm', 'master' and a reference to Elijah should never be in the same sentence together. It just messes with my mind. I come up with stuff like, "What Elijah loved most was the power, the way he would squirm under his master." This messes up our perceptions because Blob is so supposed to take it.
Sometimes Blob needs to change his clothes.
Hmm. I wonder what they are playing. It obviously couldn't be Final Fantasy 8 or 10 because Elijah knows better than to ogle Squall when Billy is in need, unlike a certain other hobbit we know. *starts fire to beginning roast described in review for chapter 4*
Oh NO HE DIDN'T. WHAT DID the DOM do? Why does Billy still have the ring. Dom should be sitting there stroking it calling it his precious. Wow, you could totally that that out of context.
His blue eyes widen and he looks completely startled. He opens the box and gasps, and then looks at you and asks breathlessly, “... "a ring?" Suddenly he began to convulse and make orgasmic sounds on the floor. It wasn't until he started frothing at the mouth and nipping at Billy's leg that Billy said something. Actually he did something.
"Ow, what was that for," cried Elijah. Billy looked at his show from where he kicked Elijah, he hoped he didn't scratch them.
Billy is perfect. His outbursts are conveying to me his sheer lack of control over his feelings and I'm even sensing a resigned hopelessness. Don't go quietly into the night.
IDom still loves you!! *propositions* *pouts*Some cliché happy family life and the almost nauseating quest for normal is a battle I’ve fought with myself for some time.
This better be foreshadowing hor. I mean who wants a family when you could live with me and my cats
that are dogs.“But you know what I came to realize? There is no such thing as normal, and if there is, it’s not happy.
This is a insightful statement because it's quite true. Could you imagine a normal P? *tries to be normal* *explodes*
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What are you imagining Blob wearing all this time? Wait, no, actually don't answer that. We don't want to know what you imagine Blob ever wearing.
You know Blob needs to ogle Squall when Orlando's not around. It's the only way he's going to get any cause Billy's being
a prudesad and heartbroken.And we do take it out of context, all the time. But then again, altogether, there is about 9 hours of Blob stroking his precious, and it won Oscars. What is that awards show coming to? Take that out of context...
Blob is really good at frothing at the mouth. It's not hard to think of his orgasmic face because he made it all the time in LOTR. I think this may be due to his oversexualizededness or the fact that he can get off really easily. Maybe the ring reminds him of something a little bit bigger, that's black and leather and that only Orlando knows about.
Dear, any living with you wouldn't be cliche or even close to normal. So I think Billeh would approve, if you could take him away from Dom. We shall not let you...we know it was from Kylie's
ev0linfluence that Dom was so mistreated at the Oscars. You better believe Billy's subbing for awhile after that performance.Don't explode! You'll get stuff on my bed.
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Bahah. You know I love it. All silly Billy had to do was whip it
out, whip it good.ORLIJAH FLASHBACK.
I so originally wrote slashback.You walk in as Elijah lights up a cigarette and sniffs quietly. Handing him a tissue you tried to console him.
"I know it's hard Elijah. Believe it or not the same thing happened to me and Dom. One second we were, erm, making breakfast and next thing I know the shadows shift and this masked girl appears. She stole my favourite pair of pants." Elijah looked at him thoughtfully before replying, "but, but, you don't understand. I met the Cowboys when I was wearing that wonderful red hat. I can't believe she stole that. I mean, it's bad enough some drunk girl defiled a huge stuffed dolphin on my lawn, but I never thought someone would take my Wavy Lays hat!" A few seconds later Elijah added, "Why weren't you wearing your pants? Especially if you were making breakfast. Grease burns man." But there was no reply. Billy was already on the phone with Butner.
It’s not a big secret that he’s gay.
DUH!! La rata. (http://img21.photobucket.com/albums/v62/pixiewillperish/Elijah/birthday.jpg)
Glancing quickly, you realize that Viggo had probably given Elijah doubles, as you recognize most of them as his. I bet you money Elijah would have hired
usthose mystery girls to steal them.Instead, Orlando lifts Elijah’s torso, sits on the couch under him, and then pulls the smaller man onto his lap, head back against the pillows. Hesitantly, he brushes a hand across Lij’s cheek, and he leans over and tenderly kisses him on the temple. One word: Dandelion. I mean, perfect.
Only now your sobs are empty and your body just shakes. There aren’t any tears left. There may never be.
It's amazing in how like 4 sentences you can make me go from squeeing fan girl to wanting to cry. Another wonderful chapter Ham.
May your muses stay on you like my clothes stay on the floor,
P-resh
PS: STill don't know the lie.
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I think that all flashbacks should now be called slashback. That's so perfect.
Writes more inspirational smut scenesUm...you and a giant stuffed dolphin. *screams* NEVER slash that, I mean, NEVER
She stole the hat for Blob's own good. I mean, dude, he hasn't looked good in hats since...wait, he never has. Well damn, at least you stole some of Billy's hotness. *pats Billy and gives Blob a cookie*
You know Blob's fond memories of meeting the Cowboys are of tight pants and being positioned between players legs. He's too gay to actually appreciate football. Duh.Because those mystery girls are so sneaky like that. Or maybe just Kylie.
Dandelion? Is that some pot reference?
I'm so glad you like your story P. You know it's all for you. We loves you. Thank you for teaching us about slash. I'd get more sleep without it, but ohhhhh, how sad life would be.
THE LIE IS COMING SOON, and actually it said it indirectly in there, which I hinted at. DUH. prostitute.
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Hehehe, I'm glad you're keeping up with this and I'm keeping your attention. Please keep reading and commenting, I love your feedback! :o)
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Of course ur keeping my attention, I'm hooked. and I will keep reading and commenting I promise.
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