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maidenvixen.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Nov. 18th, 2003 09:44 pm)Title: Heft
Pairing: BB/girlfriend, DM/BB
Rating: PG-13
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monaboyd flash-fic-a-thon
Archive: Unspoken
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strippedhalo
Requirements:
1. possessive!Dom
2. Some mention of a Bob Dylan song
Suggestions:
-a happy ending
-amusing profanity
Warning: kinda sappy/angsty.
Hope I did the requirements justice.
it is late due to a stupid father and an overdue Internet bill. Sorry: don’t worry I gave him shit.
The sea rolled out in a massive expanse before him, screaming for everything he had but his pile of stones was many and everything he had to entrust into their cold hearts even more. He picked up the first smooth stone and rolled it between his hands, rubbing the memories of the first time they had really 'met' into its plain outside.
The breathless silences, the easy laughs, the searching eyes, the friendly aura; all painted onto the monochrome surface. With the force of a memory removed, he heaved the stone fiercely and watched it thump into the surface of the Tasman, swallowing it.
Without faltering he reached over to the stones accompanying him on the bank and loaded his hand with the next. That day, that day at the beach, when Billy became friend and mentor. All the bruises from the board, the scars from the rocks, the wise words, good advice and wetsuit antics were pasted onto the next rock and he launched it. The sea rising up to meet it, preserving it.
The third stone was smaller, paler. Like Billy. Like Billy, there was once a time when Dom believed nothing was like Billy, a time before he noticed the beauty around him not just beside him. He rubbed the memories of Billy’s eyes (the deep green of Jade), his pastel complexion (the colour of the finches that danced in Queenstown), the compact body beneath the wetsuit (rough yet completely soft like the surf), the beautiful accented laugh (like waking to the sound of a tumbling waterfall), into the rock’s comparatively ugly exterior and lightly threw it. It barely made a sound as it entered the water, Dom imagined this new beauty nestling amongst the upturned paua’s, and the thought was totally fitting if not discarded.
Dom didn’t even notice the next stone. He barely saw the blue before him as salted tears began to cascade down his cheeks. The first night. The first time when everything went perfect, when everything was innocent, beautiful and felt so unending. He didn’t want to part with the moments but what else could he do? The tentative kisses laid upon each body like a sheet, the feather-light caresses as they explored their new territory, the soft cries and tears of sheer happiness as they flew into their utopia. Through moistened eyes he watched the rock sail weakly into the air and collide with something, that wasn’t the encompassing sea, with a sharp thud.
He was quick to wipe the tears from his eyes, and felt the red rise to his cheeks as a deep voice yelled at him from below.
“What the hell are you doing mate? You think its funny throwing rocks at a lone boat? If the wife weren’t waiting for me to get to shore, why I’d, I’d come to shore and teach you about throwing rocks. Fricking youngsters. Anything to cause a little trouble. Go back to your little girlfriend and play house or something. Do something constructive, why back when I was young...” the rough voice faded into the wind as the man fell into his own memories. In any other circumstance Dom probably would’ve laughed. The private beach the boys had found, empty, deserted, and that Dom chose to reminisce over and a bloody Kiwi was fishing.
He heaved (so) many stones (clear of the tin boat) until his head felt empty, until everything ‘Billy’ lay at the bottom of the Raglan surf. Everything beautiful and valued, everything ugly and despised.
Dom rolled the last rock around in his grip. The reason. The reason it ended, when it should have continued. The reason he was in New Zealand and Billy was in Scotland. The reason Dom was ridding himself of a love he couldn’t get rid of and Billy was forgetting a love that shouldn’t be forgotten.
The rock surface was unblemished, eroded into an even surface. Dom imagined her to be smooth. Billy loved the softer Dom beneath his hands, he had so subtly complained when Dom shed a few pounds and denied him the morning soft touches upon his stomach, the fingers gripping into soft handles, the teeth pressing into tender skin. Billy thought Dom hadn’t noticed, but how could he not? Billy was his, his to know everything about, his to love and his to observe and worship.
But with a clench of the rock Dom grimaced - Billy was not his anymore. Someone else (some woman) was marking the places only Dom marked, was saying the things only Dom said, was loving the Billy that only Dom loved. He didn’t want to let go of the rock, for some reason it felt like the only thing he had left anymore, the only thing he truly possessed. To bad if it symbolised the girlfriend. The supposed faux girlfriend, just for the press. Well the press weren’t in the bedroom when Dom walked in.
Changing temperament just like the tide, Dom wished he could throw the rock as hard as his frame allowed and turn and forget. But it just sat, warming and hard in his palm. He began to cry. Initially silent tears flowing down his cheeks pooling upon his shirt, then as reality hit in so did the sound. Small sobs. A sob for love, a sob for lost love, a sob for betrayal, a sob for uncertainty.
Gently he unwound his grasp and let the rock roll of the bank, down the cliff face and onto the beach below, denying it the cleaning water.
He had barely noticed the time pass as he sat before the ocean, but the pink glare of the setting sun upon the water reached his eyes and for a moment the sobs ceased. It was so beautiful, all too beautiful. Dom doubted he could ever return to New Zealand after this. It held to much of him and insisted in showing him too much beauty, like this sunset – what he wouldn’t give to have Billy in his arms right now, making a new memory, being Billy’s only one, encompassed by the setting sun’s love.
“Dom?”
Dom didn’t turn towards the voice, he had been in the sun too long, it was only fair in emotion that hallucinations started. Why wouldn’t the memories stay in the sea? Couldn’t they see the havoc they caused him? They only reminded him that Billy was no longer his and that all he had was pain. Fuck off. Just fuck off and leave me be.
“Dom?”
Louder this time, more insistent, the accent hinting at appearing upon the heightened ‘o’. He stared into the sea, wishing the green wouldn’t mock him as it mingled with the blue, wishing the sun would just set so he wasn’t entranced, wishing he wouldn’t keep hearing Billy. LEAVE me BE.
“For Christ sake, Dom?”
“Fuck off, Leave me BE!”
“Ok, I’ll go”
That was unexpected. Dom turned suddenly and saw Billy standing, hands in leather pockets, staring intently into Doms eyes.
“Erm, no don’t... I thought you were someone else”
“Oh, are you ‘ere with someone?”
“No, Billy, no one else. This spot wasn’t for anyone else.” He answered turning back to the sea. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you in Scotland with her”
“No, Dom. I came; I came here because you were here. I want - I need to talk to you”
Dom didn’t answer so Billy walked forward and tentatively sat beside Dom, not touching.
“Dom when you left I never got a chance to explain. Really there isn’t much to explain. I slept with her. When I was with you. At the time I had no idea what I was doing, I thought I had grown to love her, I thought it was o.k. But it wasn’t - it was so unbelievably stupid. When you left I knew it would be for good, and I knew it would be for New Zealand. You always told me I was only really yours, and the media were fools, and I got scared Dom. I didn’t mind being yours, but I was scared at the thought of the media being enlightened.” He shook his head slightly “You never wanted to hide. I’m sorry. I’m sorry Dom” A crystal tear rolled.
Dom sat motionless, drinking in what he already knew.
“But when you left, I was alone. Elijah, Orlando, Viggo, none of them could comfort me: I was a wreck. So I told them. I told them it wasn’t her that left me, it was you.” Billy laughed lightly “none of them were surprised, but they still didn’t have anything to say. I realised I could physically be with anyone, but emotionally – in risk of sounding like Bob Marley – Dom, I’ll always be emotionally yours.”
Billy let out a sigh. “None of this is coming out how I rehearsed. Its all a mess of words, but Dom I want to be with you. Totally, honestly, completely. No lying to anyone. Snogging in public for Christ sake. I miss you. I love you.”
“Well fuck me Billy what took you so long to get here? I spent a good part of the day here, wasting energy crying and sorting memories out I should’ve kept. I love you too much Bills. Too much for my own good.”
He took the other man into his arms and they sat, entwined as the sweet New Zealand sun set. Smiling down upon reconciled lovers and the sea waved up at them protecting its new treasures.
Pairing: BB/girlfriend, DM/BB
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for the
monaboyd flash-fic-a-thonArchive: Unspoken
Written for:
strippedhaloRequirements:
1. possessive!Dom
2. Some mention of a Bob Dylan song
Suggestions:
-a happy ending
-amusing profanity
Warning: kinda sappy/angsty.
Hope I did the requirements justice.
it is late due to a stupid father and an overdue Internet bill. Sorry: don’t worry I gave him shit.
The sea rolled out in a massive expanse before him, screaming for everything he had but his pile of stones was many and everything he had to entrust into their cold hearts even more. He picked up the first smooth stone and rolled it between his hands, rubbing the memories of the first time they had really 'met' into its plain outside.
The breathless silences, the easy laughs, the searching eyes, the friendly aura; all painted onto the monochrome surface. With the force of a memory removed, he heaved the stone fiercely and watched it thump into the surface of the Tasman, swallowing it.
Without faltering he reached over to the stones accompanying him on the bank and loaded his hand with the next. That day, that day at the beach, when Billy became friend and mentor. All the bruises from the board, the scars from the rocks, the wise words, good advice and wetsuit antics were pasted onto the next rock and he launched it. The sea rising up to meet it, preserving it.
The third stone was smaller, paler. Like Billy. Like Billy, there was once a time when Dom believed nothing was like Billy, a time before he noticed the beauty around him not just beside him. He rubbed the memories of Billy’s eyes (the deep green of Jade), his pastel complexion (the colour of the finches that danced in Queenstown), the compact body beneath the wetsuit (rough yet completely soft like the surf), the beautiful accented laugh (like waking to the sound of a tumbling waterfall), into the rock’s comparatively ugly exterior and lightly threw it. It barely made a sound as it entered the water, Dom imagined this new beauty nestling amongst the upturned paua’s, and the thought was totally fitting if not discarded.
Dom didn’t even notice the next stone. He barely saw the blue before him as salted tears began to cascade down his cheeks. The first night. The first time when everything went perfect, when everything was innocent, beautiful and felt so unending. He didn’t want to part with the moments but what else could he do? The tentative kisses laid upon each body like a sheet, the feather-light caresses as they explored their new territory, the soft cries and tears of sheer happiness as they flew into their utopia. Through moistened eyes he watched the rock sail weakly into the air and collide with something, that wasn’t the encompassing sea, with a sharp thud.
He was quick to wipe the tears from his eyes, and felt the red rise to his cheeks as a deep voice yelled at him from below.
“What the hell are you doing mate? You think its funny throwing rocks at a lone boat? If the wife weren’t waiting for me to get to shore, why I’d, I’d come to shore and teach you about throwing rocks. Fricking youngsters. Anything to cause a little trouble. Go back to your little girlfriend and play house or something. Do something constructive, why back when I was young...” the rough voice faded into the wind as the man fell into his own memories. In any other circumstance Dom probably would’ve laughed. The private beach the boys had found, empty, deserted, and that Dom chose to reminisce over and a bloody Kiwi was fishing.
He heaved (so) many stones (clear of the tin boat) until his head felt empty, until everything ‘Billy’ lay at the bottom of the Raglan surf. Everything beautiful and valued, everything ugly and despised.
Dom rolled the last rock around in his grip. The reason. The reason it ended, when it should have continued. The reason he was in New Zealand and Billy was in Scotland. The reason Dom was ridding himself of a love he couldn’t get rid of and Billy was forgetting a love that shouldn’t be forgotten.
The rock surface was unblemished, eroded into an even surface. Dom imagined her to be smooth. Billy loved the softer Dom beneath his hands, he had so subtly complained when Dom shed a few pounds and denied him the morning soft touches upon his stomach, the fingers gripping into soft handles, the teeth pressing into tender skin. Billy thought Dom hadn’t noticed, but how could he not? Billy was his, his to know everything about, his to love and his to observe and worship.
But with a clench of the rock Dom grimaced - Billy was not his anymore. Someone else (some woman) was marking the places only Dom marked, was saying the things only Dom said, was loving the Billy that only Dom loved. He didn’t want to let go of the rock, for some reason it felt like the only thing he had left anymore, the only thing he truly possessed. To bad if it symbolised the girlfriend. The supposed faux girlfriend, just for the press. Well the press weren’t in the bedroom when Dom walked in.
Changing temperament just like the tide, Dom wished he could throw the rock as hard as his frame allowed and turn and forget. But it just sat, warming and hard in his palm. He began to cry. Initially silent tears flowing down his cheeks pooling upon his shirt, then as reality hit in so did the sound. Small sobs. A sob for love, a sob for lost love, a sob for betrayal, a sob for uncertainty.
Gently he unwound his grasp and let the rock roll of the bank, down the cliff face and onto the beach below, denying it the cleaning water.
He had barely noticed the time pass as he sat before the ocean, but the pink glare of the setting sun upon the water reached his eyes and for a moment the sobs ceased. It was so beautiful, all too beautiful. Dom doubted he could ever return to New Zealand after this. It held to much of him and insisted in showing him too much beauty, like this sunset – what he wouldn’t give to have Billy in his arms right now, making a new memory, being Billy’s only one, encompassed by the setting sun’s love.
“Dom?”
Dom didn’t turn towards the voice, he had been in the sun too long, it was only fair in emotion that hallucinations started. Why wouldn’t the memories stay in the sea? Couldn’t they see the havoc they caused him? They only reminded him that Billy was no longer his and that all he had was pain. Fuck off. Just fuck off and leave me be.
“Dom?”
Louder this time, more insistent, the accent hinting at appearing upon the heightened ‘o’. He stared into the sea, wishing the green wouldn’t mock him as it mingled with the blue, wishing the sun would just set so he wasn’t entranced, wishing he wouldn’t keep hearing Billy. LEAVE me BE.
“For Christ sake, Dom?”
“Fuck off, Leave me BE!”
“Ok, I’ll go”
That was unexpected. Dom turned suddenly and saw Billy standing, hands in leather pockets, staring intently into Doms eyes.
“Erm, no don’t... I thought you were someone else”
“Oh, are you ‘ere with someone?”
“No, Billy, no one else. This spot wasn’t for anyone else.” He answered turning back to the sea. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you in Scotland with her”
“No, Dom. I came; I came here because you were here. I want - I need to talk to you”
Dom didn’t answer so Billy walked forward and tentatively sat beside Dom, not touching.
“Dom when you left I never got a chance to explain. Really there isn’t much to explain. I slept with her. When I was with you. At the time I had no idea what I was doing, I thought I had grown to love her, I thought it was o.k. But it wasn’t - it was so unbelievably stupid. When you left I knew it would be for good, and I knew it would be for New Zealand. You always told me I was only really yours, and the media were fools, and I got scared Dom. I didn’t mind being yours, but I was scared at the thought of the media being enlightened.” He shook his head slightly “You never wanted to hide. I’m sorry. I’m sorry Dom” A crystal tear rolled.
Dom sat motionless, drinking in what he already knew.
“But when you left, I was alone. Elijah, Orlando, Viggo, none of them could comfort me: I was a wreck. So I told them. I told them it wasn’t her that left me, it was you.” Billy laughed lightly “none of them were surprised, but they still didn’t have anything to say. I realised I could physically be with anyone, but emotionally – in risk of sounding like Bob Marley – Dom, I’ll always be emotionally yours.”
Billy let out a sigh. “None of this is coming out how I rehearsed. Its all a mess of words, but Dom I want to be with you. Totally, honestly, completely. No lying to anyone. Snogging in public for Christ sake. I miss you. I love you.”
“Well fuck me Billy what took you so long to get here? I spent a good part of the day here, wasting energy crying and sorting memories out I should’ve kept. I love you too much Bills. Too much for my own good.”
He took the other man into his arms and they sat, entwined as the sweet New Zealand sun set. Smiling down upon reconciled lovers and the sea waved up at them protecting its new treasures.
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::cries::
That was wonderful.
"...– in risk of sounding like Bob Marley – Dom, I’ll always be emotionally yours.”
Ohmygod. hehe.
Too good.
*hugs*
I loved it.
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“No, Billy, no one else. This spot wasn’t for anyone else.”
Aww. Very nice. Thank you so much for writing it for me. Just the right amount of angst but still a happy ending. Lovely. :)
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*thankies*
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glad you like it *g*