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-makeshift.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jan. 3rd, 2004 10:35 pm)[Because this is my new obsession.]
Title: Flawless
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters and lyrics aren't mine; I just write them that way.
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Warning: First Monaboyd, and I haven't written anything for about a month, so it's very short. The sap runs rampant.
Flawless
© 2004 psycho
Dom loves the way Billy's voice sounds early in the morning; all sleep and gravely soft against his shoulder. It buzzes straight to his chest and feels warm and fuzzy like alcohol.
"There are places I'll remember all my life, though some have changed."
Billy has an arm draped across Dom's collar bone, the other wrapped around his waist. He looks out over the water at the skyline from behind Dom's shoulder. Billy's breath is hot on the back of Dom's neck.
"Some forever not for better, some have gone, and some remain."
Dom closes his eyes against the sunrise because he doesn't think something so flawless ever existed before now. When the mountains create their own horizon and the sky is just slightly pink before it fades to black again.
"All these places have their moments with lovers and friends, I still can recall, some are dead and some are living, in my life I've loved them all."
Billy's grip gets a little tighter, and Dom thinks that sunrises never really seemed to matter until now. Billy's hand wraps around the back of Dom's head and curls into his hair.
"But of all these friends and lovers, there is no one - "
He nuzzles his nose into the soft spot behind's Dom ear.
" - compares with you."
Dom finally opens his eyes when the soreness in the back of his throat hurts too much. There's oranges and reds filtering over the water, and Billy's mouth pressing kisses to his hair, and Dom knows the edge of the world must end in New Zealand because he's sitting on it right now.
"And these memories lose their meaning when I think of love as something new, though I know I'll never lose affection for people and things that went before."
Dom loves the way Billy's voice sounds early in the morning; the accent all heavy-melodic around the vowels.
"I know I'll often stop and think about them in my life...I love you more."
And Dom loves the way Billy will only sing for him.
Title: Flawless
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters and lyrics aren't mine; I just write them that way.
Archive:
__caustic Warning: First Monaboyd, and I haven't written anything for about a month, so it's very short. The sap runs rampant.
Flawless
© 2004 psycho
Dom loves the way Billy's voice sounds early in the morning; all sleep and gravely soft against his shoulder. It buzzes straight to his chest and feels warm and fuzzy like alcohol.
"There are places I'll remember all my life, though some have changed."
Billy has an arm draped across Dom's collar bone, the other wrapped around his waist. He looks out over the water at the skyline from behind Dom's shoulder. Billy's breath is hot on the back of Dom's neck.
"Some forever not for better, some have gone, and some remain."
Dom closes his eyes against the sunrise because he doesn't think something so flawless ever existed before now. When the mountains create their own horizon and the sky is just slightly pink before it fades to black again.
"All these places have their moments with lovers and friends, I still can recall, some are dead and some are living, in my life I've loved them all."
Billy's grip gets a little tighter, and Dom thinks that sunrises never really seemed to matter until now. Billy's hand wraps around the back of Dom's head and curls into his hair.
"But of all these friends and lovers, there is no one - "
He nuzzles his nose into the soft spot behind's Dom ear.
" - compares with you."
Dom finally opens his eyes when the soreness in the back of his throat hurts too much. There's oranges and reds filtering over the water, and Billy's mouth pressing kisses to his hair, and Dom knows the edge of the world must end in New Zealand because he's sitting on it right now.
"And these memories lose their meaning when I think of love as something new, though I know I'll never lose affection for people and things that went before."
Dom loves the way Billy's voice sounds early in the morning; the accent all heavy-melodic around the vowels.
"I know I'll often stop and think about them in my life...I love you more."
And Dom loves the way Billy will only sing for him.
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