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Title: Surrender
Author: The Phantom Writer![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: BB/DM
Pairing: PG-13
Feedback: *sighs happily* I love feedback. Really and truly. It gives me warm fuzzies. Don't you all want me to have warm fuzzies? *nods* That's what I thought.
Disclaimer: This isn't real. Nope, not so much.
Notes: Spark word fic... Of course. Spark word: Surrender. I wrote this in 11 minutes. It's angst.
Hey, I've advertised this once already, but I'm going to again (so there). In my journal, I'm taking requests for stories. Challenges. So... Feel free! I have tons of them to write already, so it might be awhile, but... It's making me happy. Plus, in just over a week, my school choir (and part of band) is going to fly over to Wales and some of England to tour... so, I'm going to have super-long plane rides. I'll need something to do, right? Right. Anyway... You can find the challenge post here.
Last thing. [shameless plug] As I just mentioned, my choir is going to Wales and England to tour around in just over a week. For anyone who lives around there... Let me know, and I'll let you know exactly where we're performing, in case you'd like to come hear us. [/shameless plug]
On with the story!
Here’s a white flag. See it? It stands tall, though, because of the lack of wind, it is limp. No backbone. No gut. Cowardly. Wishing that it could stand straight and proud, but there’s no way. Absolutely no way.
I am the white flag. I am the one who surrenders to your powers. I am gutless, my knees buckling as you enter a room, my mouth gaping like a fish when I try to speak.
Are you aware that I’m in the midst of a war? DWX. Dominic War Ten. I’ve had many wars with myself, and, when the peace treaty is finally signed, I always flee with bruises covering my body, soul and ego. Usually my wars are between my mind and my body… my mind telling my body to do things that it normally wouldn’t do… my mind always wins.
This time the war is between my obstinate mind and my heart. My heart orders me to go to you, spill my heart, and hope for the best. My mind, the bad guy in this situation, refuses to budge from its position, demanding that I keep these worthless thoughts to myself, never to let them leave my lips. The only thing that could come from it, my mind yells, is the loss of a friend and a pain that will never be mended.
As you enter the room, I send you an indifferent smile, then continue to concentrate on my inner turmoil.
Can I tell you now or not? Risk everything or risk nothing?
As much as I want to follow my heart, my mind, in this case, is louder and more persistent. My heart waves a white flag; it is surrendering.
“Hiya, mate,” I speak genially, tucking my feet underneath my body, folding my arms. My body is now being run by a foreigner… the false ruler. The throne has been overthrown, and I fear that my heart will never regain its power.
It doesn’t have the courage to; not while it’s waving that fucking white flag of surrender.
Author: The Phantom Writer
silentnumbsmoke Pairing: BB/DM
Pairing: PG-13
Feedback: *sighs happily* I love feedback. Really and truly. It gives me warm fuzzies. Don't you all want me to have warm fuzzies? *nods* That's what I thought.
Disclaimer: This isn't real. Nope, not so much.
Notes: Spark word fic... Of course. Spark word: Surrender. I wrote this in 11 minutes. It's angst.
Hey, I've advertised this once already, but I'm going to again (so there). In my journal, I'm taking requests for stories. Challenges. So... Feel free! I have tons of them to write already, so it might be awhile, but... It's making me happy. Plus, in just over a week, my school choir (and part of band) is going to fly over to Wales and some of England to tour... so, I'm going to have super-long plane rides. I'll need something to do, right? Right. Anyway... You can find the challenge post here.
Last thing. [shameless plug] As I just mentioned, my choir is going to Wales and England to tour around in just over a week. For anyone who lives around there... Let me know, and I'll let you know exactly where we're performing, in case you'd like to come hear us. [/shameless plug]
On with the story!
Here’s a white flag. See it? It stands tall, though, because of the lack of wind, it is limp. No backbone. No gut. Cowardly. Wishing that it could stand straight and proud, but there’s no way. Absolutely no way.
I am the white flag. I am the one who surrenders to your powers. I am gutless, my knees buckling as you enter a room, my mouth gaping like a fish when I try to speak.
Are you aware that I’m in the midst of a war? DWX. Dominic War Ten. I’ve had many wars with myself, and, when the peace treaty is finally signed, I always flee with bruises covering my body, soul and ego. Usually my wars are between my mind and my body… my mind telling my body to do things that it normally wouldn’t do… my mind always wins.
This time the war is between my obstinate mind and my heart. My heart orders me to go to you, spill my heart, and hope for the best. My mind, the bad guy in this situation, refuses to budge from its position, demanding that I keep these worthless thoughts to myself, never to let them leave my lips. The only thing that could come from it, my mind yells, is the loss of a friend and a pain that will never be mended.
As you enter the room, I send you an indifferent smile, then continue to concentrate on my inner turmoil.
Can I tell you now or not? Risk everything or risk nothing?
As much as I want to follow my heart, my mind, in this case, is louder and more persistent. My heart waves a white flag; it is surrendering.
“Hiya, mate,” I speak genially, tucking my feet underneath my body, folding my arms. My body is now being run by a foreigner… the false ruler. The throne has been overthrown, and I fear that my heart will never regain its power.
It doesn’t have the courage to; not while it’s waving that fucking white flag of surrender.
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I live in Sheffield, will you be performing there or in Leeds?
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great...now im getting addicted to reading fanfics now haha lol
have fun with hte tour things..wish i could hear it.. but i live in the U.S on long island (new york) our choir (camerata) is performing at this jazz festival/competition nxt weekend in new hampshire.. its not a tour but.. good luck with yours.. sounds awsome ;)
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and i'd love to read anything at all that reversed their typical roles...dom as the sensitive one who knows he's gay, Billy as the quiet melodic one.
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You really know how to break a gal's heart, you know.
Hee :)