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knowledgequeen.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Nov. 20th, 2003 02:51 pm)Just a hello post, as I was directed here by a thousand people. I am a very bad girl as I have been writing Dom/Billy drabbles when I have the paper from hell due. But as I'm going to crash and burn, I may as well get some feedback before doing it. :-D
In the wide world, there's only one cure for pain. Not every pain; there's nothing *that* good. But this comes close.
It heals Billy's aches and pains just by being in the room; its mere aura sends hurt screaming away. It soothes his doubts with verbal honey and his sorrows with a changeling grace.
And what of the bits that channel it all and make Billy ache with lust? Well, this is where the cure-all begins. Fear dissolves into a kind of sexual faint that is the sweetest tilt possible.
Dominic Monaghan is addictive, but Billy will take his chances.
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The miasma of humidity sets over Wellington's ghost town face. The few people left on the streets scuttle home like crabs, but no one notices.
The house on the hill outside the city is made almost entirely of wood and glass, but it is no fishbowl. The deep halls nourish secrets, but they are no longer shameful; in this atmosphere the sun cooks out the truth in no time.
Two men lie on the low Japanese bed, naked from the heat. They lie careless of convention, sprawled defiantly in sleep. Dom and Billy always seem to share the same dreams.
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"How do you want it to happen?" Elijah asks, half drunk, thrown over the edge of the armchair.
"Um ... old age?" Billy says incredulously, polishing off his bottle. "Obviously."
"Naaaah." Orlando's eyes gleam. "I'd want it to be, like, when my bungee cord snapped or something while I was bungee jumping."
They all laugh. Typical Orly. "What about you, Dom?" Elijah asks.
Dom needs only a moment before he answers firmly. "Having sex on an airstrip in a lightning storm."
Everyone whoops, loving it. "Who with, Dom?" Orly shrieks.
Dom winks theatrically, but no one sees Billy turn bright red.
In the wide world, there's only one cure for pain. Not every pain; there's nothing *that* good. But this comes close.
It heals Billy's aches and pains just by being in the room; its mere aura sends hurt screaming away. It soothes his doubts with verbal honey and his sorrows with a changeling grace.
And what of the bits that channel it all and make Billy ache with lust? Well, this is where the cure-all begins. Fear dissolves into a kind of sexual faint that is the sweetest tilt possible.
Dominic Monaghan is addictive, but Billy will take his chances.
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The miasma of humidity sets over Wellington's ghost town face. The few people left on the streets scuttle home like crabs, but no one notices.
The house on the hill outside the city is made almost entirely of wood and glass, but it is no fishbowl. The deep halls nourish secrets, but they are no longer shameful; in this atmosphere the sun cooks out the truth in no time.
Two men lie on the low Japanese bed, naked from the heat. They lie careless of convention, sprawled defiantly in sleep. Dom and Billy always seem to share the same dreams.
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"How do you want it to happen?" Elijah asks, half drunk, thrown over the edge of the armchair.
"Um ... old age?" Billy says incredulously, polishing off his bottle. "Obviously."
"Naaaah." Orlando's eyes gleam. "I'd want it to be, like, when my bungee cord snapped or something while I was bungee jumping."
They all laugh. Typical Orly. "What about you, Dom?" Elijah asks.
Dom needs only a moment before he answers firmly. "Having sex on an airstrip in a lightning storm."
Everyone whoops, loving it. "Who with, Dom?" Orly shrieks.
Dom winks theatrically, but no one sees Billy turn bright red.
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