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taibhrigh, who wanted me to write about Billy, Dom, and faith.
Title: Baggage Claim
Pairing: Billeh/Dom
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I. Am. Making. This. Shit. Up
Feedback: Is welcomed.
Word Count: 215
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When loss comes to you early, like it did for Billy, you get a sense that nothing is ever sacred--that all things are subject to change and that you are rarely, if ever, consulted on the matter. This makes it easy to move through life from place to place, from job to job, from one person to the next with nothing but your boots and a suitcase leaking your faith out onto conveyor belts and tarmacs around the world.
And even that is okay, really, because faith is bulky and hard to pack—like shoes. You can’t even stuff your dirty laundry into it to make room for the souvenirs you bought along the way.
It all changes in New Zealand.
He meets a pug-nosed boy called Dominic and knows, somehow, that it is a reunion, not an introduction. They learn how to surf, how to ride horses, how to become creatures blessed with an eternal faith and Billy feels it seeping back into his body between takes. Between waves. Between the time it takes to get from his flat to Dom’s on a Saturday morning.
He calls his sister in Scotland. He drinks a lot of beer. He laughs until he’s sure his sides will split from it. He buys a new suitcase.
taibhrigh, who wanted me to write about Billy, Dom, and faith.Title: Baggage Claim
Pairing: Billeh/Dom
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I. Am. Making. This. Shit. Up
Feedback: Is welcomed.
Word Count: 215
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fellow_shippersWhen loss comes to you early, like it did for Billy, you get a sense that nothing is ever sacred--that all things are subject to change and that you are rarely, if ever, consulted on the matter. This makes it easy to move through life from place to place, from job to job, from one person to the next with nothing but your boots and a suitcase leaking your faith out onto conveyor belts and tarmacs around the world.
And even that is okay, really, because faith is bulky and hard to pack—like shoes. You can’t even stuff your dirty laundry into it to make room for the souvenirs you bought along the way.
It all changes in New Zealand.
He meets a pug-nosed boy called Dominic and knows, somehow, that it is a reunion, not an introduction. They learn how to surf, how to ride horses, how to become creatures blessed with an eternal faith and Billy feels it seeping back into his body between takes. Between waves. Between the time it takes to get from his flat to Dom’s on a Saturday morning.
He calls his sister in Scotland. He drinks a lot of beer. He laughs until he’s sure his sides will split from it. He buys a new suitcase.
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I liked this. *smiles*
Especially:
And even that is okay, really, because faith is bulky and hard to pack—like shoes. You can’t even stuff your dirty laundry into it to make room for the souvenirs you bought along the way.
Very nice.
~Cai
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Thank you. The bit about the shoes seems to be particularly popular. :)
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Thanks. :)
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People seem to dig the bit about the shoes. :)
Glad you liked it.
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It's never too late for feedback. :)
Thank you.
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oh my! you're reading back in the archives. :)
Thanks for your kind words. I'm glad you liked it.