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sweetzattack.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Mar. 19th, 2004 02:30 pm)Yeeees...finally...it's part 6. Oh and...I feel sorry for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
domslover but...weeeeeell...you'll see ;o)
Hope you'll like it anyway...
Title: Lighthouse
Series: Precious Years 6/10
Author:sweetzattack
Pairings: DM/BB, DM/EW in series, DM/EW in chapter
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Character death in series
Summary: Even the deepest love of all sometimes turns out to be a troublesome thing...
Disclaimer: I own them and I cut this out of some newspaper I bought from a bavarian donkey 2346 years ago on Mars. *rolleyes* It's a LIE. Made UP. Wish I owned them nevertheless, so lemme dream ;o)
All titles and lyrics in this series taken from the wonderful Runrig.
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“You can live here...”
I looked up at Elijah, who was standing there, a worried look in his eyes, which were fixed on me while I was sitting on his couch.
Actually I had been supposed to live at Mac’s place, but Sean’s brother had his wife’s cousin living there who had had some major fight with her lover.
“Irony at its best”. I thought, “This seems to be the apartment of broken hearts. Would make a good title for some trashmovie though.”
However, I couldn’t go there before Seanbrotherwifecousin hadn’t come to peace with her boyfriend again.
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
Elijah had picked me up at the airport and told me about the “little problem with my future home”, as he had put it.
“Of course it is! You know my Ma loves you, she’d be glad to spoil you!”
I smiled a little, which felt rather odd after all these days.
“Then...if you really think that it’s not a big problem, I’d gladly stay for a few days.”
I looked around the small, one-room guesthouse. Elijah’s clothes were sprawled everywhere, some of them nicely decorated with some sort of Star Wars memorabilia, socks, boxers, shirts, CDs...everything mixed up to a colorful mess.
“Just go ahead, unpack your things and afterwards we’ll go for a little shoppingtour to the musicstore, what do you think?”
All I wanted to do is lock myself in here and bawl my eyes out over you, Billy, but Elijah had just offered me to stay in “his” house, where there was hardly enough space for himself, so I just nodded and opened my suitcase.
Pushing my shirts carelessly beside Lijah’s, I suddenly heard something drop clappering onto the floor. Looking down, I noticed an unlabeled CD-case.
I didn’t have to think about it for too long, I remembered you giving me a CD with that song you played the night we first kissed and I had always kept it in my nightstand. When I had just thrown the content of the drawer into my bags, I had not seen this, but now it was here, reminding me of you and our happiest days.
Knowing Elijah was eyeing me, I bit back the tears and stuffed the CD between my boxers before turning around.
“Kay, I’m ready to go...”
Elijah smiled softly, a knowing glitter in his eyes, but he just grabbed his carkeys and opened the front door for me. We drove in silence, just the sound of Lijah’s ever-playing stereo filled the air between us, until we reached the musicstore.
As usual, good old Lighe became all bouncy as soon as he entered the shop, running from here to there and back again while I was pulled into a special direction by a force I couldn’t resist.
I didn’t even know where I was going, until I reached the corner, where the CDs with the letter ‘R’ were stored. There they were.
Runrig.
I remembered you playing their albums over and over again and even though I knew their lyrics were mostly about Scottish pride, I took every CD they had and went to pay.
“What do you have there, Sblomie?”
I jumped, I had not heard Elijah walking up next to me and now he grabbed my CDs and browsed through them.
“Hm...Runrig. Never heard of them. Are they good?”
This time, my smile wasn’t a fake. This was Elijah as I had gotten to know him, always open and interested in every kind of music.
I just nodded before I paid for my new albums and waited for Elijah to join me on my way back to his car.
It had gotten quite late by then, so Elijah decided that we’d drive home, leave the car and go to the pub for a drink or two. I felt more like one or two dozends, but I came along nevertheless.
Drinking and chatting with Elijah made me almost forget about the trouble I was in, I laughed for the first time in what seemed to be ages and when we finally got home, we were quite close to being piss-drunk.
“Don’t wanna go to bed just yet...” Lighe mumbled. “Let’s just listen to one of your new albums. I wanna get to know Running.”
“Runrig...”
I didn’t laugh, usually I’d have, but the thoughts of you came rushing back to my mind.
“Yeah, fine with me.” He waved his hand impatiently. “I’ll listen to them anyway. Even if their name’s just stupid.”
I had no chance, he had grabbed the album lying on top and put it into the stereo.
This world is not my home
I’m a stranger to the storm
Where the race is quickest
The tide runs strong
A big sky above me
West winds blow
Sailing long distance
Breaking the foam.
I just couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. I cupped my face in my palms and cried like a baby.
Elijah didn’t say a word, he just pulled me up and right into his arms, letting me cry on his shoulder without caring about his shirt which was very soon soaked from my tears.
There’s a lighthouse
Shining in the dark
A lighthouse
Standing in the dark
All the world’s a ship
Shipwrecked on the seas
Breaking up in pieces
We’re clinging to the reef
There’s a lighthouse.
Yes, Elijah was my lighthouse.
I got lost in the storm of my emotions and now he was there to save me.
I held on to him for dear life, crying until there were no tears left and then sobbing dry, face still pressed to his shoulder.
“Hush, Dommie...you’ll make it. There’s always a way.”
I wearily looked up.
“There is no way for Billy and me anymore, Lighe. I fucked up...”
Then the tears came back and he pulled me into his arms again.
Finally, the sobbing stopped and I felt like falling asleep. I was horribly jetlagged, had been up for 32 hours and drunk. There wasn’t even the strength left to tell Elijah I’d be going to bed.
Being on the verge of sleep I felt Lighe move slightly before I felt his warm and tender lips pressed to my brow.
I would have been shocked if I hadn’t been so darn tired, but suddenly I heard his voice.
It was nothing more than a whisper, barely audible, but I understood his words anyway.
“I’d never put anything above you, Dommie...you’re everything to me, even if you’ll never be mine. I love you, Sblomie...”
I knew he thought I’d be asleep and I thought about pretending to be for a second, but I just had to know.
I shifted a bit and saw him sitting there, his head resting on the back of the couch, eyes closed.
“What did you just say?” I croaked and he jumped.
“Dommie! You’re awake! Uh...uhm...why don’t you just go to bed?”
He blushed heavily and tried to stand up, but I held him back.
“Lighe, what did you just say?”
He blushed even more, though I had never thought this was really possible, his skin turning from pale to bright red within seconds.
“I...I...I said I...please, Dom, don’t make me say this again. It’s okay, really...”
I shook my head a bit and looked him straight into the eye.
“Please...”
“I said I loved you...I...I’m sorry, I know this will never turn out good and...”
I knew I was taking advantage of him but I just didn’t care. I desperately needed love and I had always liked Elijah, so I didn’t let him finish his sentence and instead pressed my lips against his.
He gave in even easier than you did. Our kiss, shy at first, becoming more and more passionate as it went on. A witness to this scene would just see two men, young lovers, hands creeping up each other’s shirts, but both of us knew better.
To Elijah, it was the best he could get, to me it was pretending that the guy I was kissing was you.
domslover but...weeeeeell...you'll see ;o)Hope you'll like it anyway...
Title: Lighthouse
Series: Precious Years 6/10
Author:
sweetzattackPairings: DM/BB, DM/EW in series, DM/EW in chapter
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Character death in series
Summary: Even the deepest love of all sometimes turns out to be a troublesome thing...
Disclaimer: I own them and I cut this out of some newspaper I bought from a bavarian donkey 2346 years ago on Mars. *rolleyes* It's a LIE. Made UP. Wish I owned them nevertheless, so lemme dream ;o)
All titles and lyrics in this series taken from the wonderful Runrig.
x-posted to:
fellow_shippers and my own journal“You can live here...”
I looked up at Elijah, who was standing there, a worried look in his eyes, which were fixed on me while I was sitting on his couch.
Actually I had been supposed to live at Mac’s place, but Sean’s brother had his wife’s cousin living there who had had some major fight with her lover.
“Irony at its best”. I thought, “This seems to be the apartment of broken hearts. Would make a good title for some trashmovie though.”
However, I couldn’t go there before Seanbrotherwifecousin hadn’t come to peace with her boyfriend again.
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
Elijah had picked me up at the airport and told me about the “little problem with my future home”, as he had put it.
“Of course it is! You know my Ma loves you, she’d be glad to spoil you!”
I smiled a little, which felt rather odd after all these days.
“Then...if you really think that it’s not a big problem, I’d gladly stay for a few days.”
I looked around the small, one-room guesthouse. Elijah’s clothes were sprawled everywhere, some of them nicely decorated with some sort of Star Wars memorabilia, socks, boxers, shirts, CDs...everything mixed up to a colorful mess.
“Just go ahead, unpack your things and afterwards we’ll go for a little shoppingtour to the musicstore, what do you think?”
All I wanted to do is lock myself in here and bawl my eyes out over you, Billy, but Elijah had just offered me to stay in “his” house, where there was hardly enough space for himself, so I just nodded and opened my suitcase.
Pushing my shirts carelessly beside Lijah’s, I suddenly heard something drop clappering onto the floor. Looking down, I noticed an unlabeled CD-case.
I didn’t have to think about it for too long, I remembered you giving me a CD with that song you played the night we first kissed and I had always kept it in my nightstand. When I had just thrown the content of the drawer into my bags, I had not seen this, but now it was here, reminding me of you and our happiest days.
Knowing Elijah was eyeing me, I bit back the tears and stuffed the CD between my boxers before turning around.
“Kay, I’m ready to go...”
Elijah smiled softly, a knowing glitter in his eyes, but he just grabbed his carkeys and opened the front door for me. We drove in silence, just the sound of Lijah’s ever-playing stereo filled the air between us, until we reached the musicstore.
As usual, good old Lighe became all bouncy as soon as he entered the shop, running from here to there and back again while I was pulled into a special direction by a force I couldn’t resist.
I didn’t even know where I was going, until I reached the corner, where the CDs with the letter ‘R’ were stored. There they were.
Runrig.
I remembered you playing their albums over and over again and even though I knew their lyrics were mostly about Scottish pride, I took every CD they had and went to pay.
“What do you have there, Sblomie?”
I jumped, I had not heard Elijah walking up next to me and now he grabbed my CDs and browsed through them.
“Hm...Runrig. Never heard of them. Are they good?”
This time, my smile wasn’t a fake. This was Elijah as I had gotten to know him, always open and interested in every kind of music.
I just nodded before I paid for my new albums and waited for Elijah to join me on my way back to his car.
It had gotten quite late by then, so Elijah decided that we’d drive home, leave the car and go to the pub for a drink or two. I felt more like one or two dozends, but I came along nevertheless.
Drinking and chatting with Elijah made me almost forget about the trouble I was in, I laughed for the first time in what seemed to be ages and when we finally got home, we were quite close to being piss-drunk.
“Don’t wanna go to bed just yet...” Lighe mumbled. “Let’s just listen to one of your new albums. I wanna get to know Running.”
“Runrig...”
I didn’t laugh, usually I’d have, but the thoughts of you came rushing back to my mind.
“Yeah, fine with me.” He waved his hand impatiently. “I’ll listen to them anyway. Even if their name’s just stupid.”
I had no chance, he had grabbed the album lying on top and put it into the stereo.
This world is not my home
I’m a stranger to the storm
Where the race is quickest
The tide runs strong
A big sky above me
West winds blow
Sailing long distance
Breaking the foam.
I just couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. I cupped my face in my palms and cried like a baby.
Elijah didn’t say a word, he just pulled me up and right into his arms, letting me cry on his shoulder without caring about his shirt which was very soon soaked from my tears.
There’s a lighthouse
Shining in the dark
A lighthouse
Standing in the dark
All the world’s a ship
Shipwrecked on the seas
Breaking up in pieces
We’re clinging to the reef
There’s a lighthouse.
Yes, Elijah was my lighthouse.
I got lost in the storm of my emotions and now he was there to save me.
I held on to him for dear life, crying until there were no tears left and then sobbing dry, face still pressed to his shoulder.
“Hush, Dommie...you’ll make it. There’s always a way.”
I wearily looked up.
“There is no way for Billy and me anymore, Lighe. I fucked up...”
Then the tears came back and he pulled me into his arms again.
Finally, the sobbing stopped and I felt like falling asleep. I was horribly jetlagged, had been up for 32 hours and drunk. There wasn’t even the strength left to tell Elijah I’d be going to bed.
Being on the verge of sleep I felt Lighe move slightly before I felt his warm and tender lips pressed to my brow.
I would have been shocked if I hadn’t been so darn tired, but suddenly I heard his voice.
It was nothing more than a whisper, barely audible, but I understood his words anyway.
“I’d never put anything above you, Dommie...you’re everything to me, even if you’ll never be mine. I love you, Sblomie...”
I knew he thought I’d be asleep and I thought about pretending to be for a second, but I just had to know.
I shifted a bit and saw him sitting there, his head resting on the back of the couch, eyes closed.
“What did you just say?” I croaked and he jumped.
“Dommie! You’re awake! Uh...uhm...why don’t you just go to bed?”
He blushed heavily and tried to stand up, but I held him back.
“Lighe, what did you just say?”
He blushed even more, though I had never thought this was really possible, his skin turning from pale to bright red within seconds.
“I...I...I said I...please, Dom, don’t make me say this again. It’s okay, really...”
I shook my head a bit and looked him straight into the eye.
“Please...”
“I said I loved you...I...I’m sorry, I know this will never turn out good and...”
I knew I was taking advantage of him but I just didn’t care. I desperately needed love and I had always liked Elijah, so I didn’t let him finish his sentence and instead pressed my lips against his.
He gave in even easier than you did. Our kiss, shy at first, becoming more and more passionate as it went on. A witness to this scene would just see two men, young lovers, hands creeping up each other’s shirts, but both of us knew better.
To Elijah, it was the best he could get, to me it was pretending that the guy I was kissing was you.
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btw, what does'Sblomie' mean? I've seen other people use it and I'm finally biting and asking..
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Concerning "Sblomie"...I think it was something like this:
Dom wanted to have a nickname (because everyone else had one and he was just "Dom" or "Dommie"), ut he wanted to have something creative. I think it was Orli who came up with "Sblomie" - why? No one knows... ;o)
Dom once said it's pronounced like "Dommie", just with a "Sblo" instead of "Do". Even he couldn't explain it...who knows...it's just some funny nickname ;o)
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Uhm...don't cry again...not too much Dom/Lij ahead anymore...and - maybe - if y'all are very, very nice, I'm gonna give you another part tonight ;o)
And that one will have some reeeaaaally good cliffhanger ;o)
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I seem to cry a lot. god i seem such a wuss. im just a monaboyd whore.
*happy bout the not so much dom/lij* yeah was pleased to read that bit of ur comments
and i think u shud post again tonight :D
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However, if you don't want Billy I'll move inAhem. Best line this chapter?
To Elijah, it was the best he could get, to me it was pretending that the guy I was kissing was you.
Just...wow. That line made me stop and go...Ooooohhh...
Update soon! Pweeese??