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monaboyd Aug. 13th, 2004 01:32 pm)
Title: In His Eyes
‘Ship: Monaboyd
Rating: PG for implied slash
Disclaimer: Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m sure that you realize
That this isn’t true.
Summary: Even though it’s a common occurrence, Dom sees something new in Billy’s eyes this time.
Feedback: Would get me to love youand offer sexual favors. I live for it.
From the moment he looks at you, you know that something pivotal has changed. After all, you’ve called him a bastard before, and worse things as well, and he’s never looked at you the way he does now, as if, with one word, you’ve brought his world crashing down at his feet.
You try to fool yourself into thinking it’s all an act, because isn’t that what you both are? Actors? But no. You recognize an act when you see one, and the deep hurt in Billy’s eyes can’t be anything but real. The emotion in his gaze is so raw, you find yourself looking away, unable to hold his bright green stare, made all the brighter by the tears lurking just behind those envy-coloured eyes.
But when you look back, all traces of hurt are gone, and his eyes sparkle now with mirth as he punches your arm and returns the insult. And you can’t help but wonder and worry if those flashes of pure pain and sorrow were merely figments of your imagination, if you’ve finally been driven insane from needing Billy and want so desperately to believe that your careless words drive burning daggers into his heart. And as he walks away, taking your heart and soul and sanity with him, you wonder if you’ll ever have the courage to ask.
‘Ship: Monaboyd
Rating: PG for implied slash
Disclaimer: Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m sure that you realize
That this isn’t true.
Summary: Even though it’s a common occurrence, Dom sees something new in Billy’s eyes this time.
Feedback: Would get me to love you
From the moment he looks at you, you know that something pivotal has changed. After all, you’ve called him a bastard before, and worse things as well, and he’s never looked at you the way he does now, as if, with one word, you’ve brought his world crashing down at his feet.
You try to fool yourself into thinking it’s all an act, because isn’t that what you both are? Actors? But no. You recognize an act when you see one, and the deep hurt in Billy’s eyes can’t be anything but real. The emotion in his gaze is so raw, you find yourself looking away, unable to hold his bright green stare, made all the brighter by the tears lurking just behind those envy-coloured eyes.
But when you look back, all traces of hurt are gone, and his eyes sparkle now with mirth as he punches your arm and returns the insult. And you can’t help but wonder and worry if those flashes of pure pain and sorrow were merely figments of your imagination, if you’ve finally been driven insane from needing Billy and want so desperately to believe that your careless words drive burning daggers into his heart. And as he walks away, taking your heart and soul and sanity with him, you wonder if you’ll ever have the courage to ask.
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(P.S. OMGICONLOVE!!!)
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(And...MORE ICON LOVE OMGWTFBBQ!!!11!!one!)
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This one was made by
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I am bloody screaming insane.
<3 Hee!
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I just hope you saved it from me, though (quite possible), because
And I hadn't seen your icon before, (was blindly going through Hotmail) but I love this one, because I use the 'insanity runs in the family' excuse all the time. :D
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And I hadn't seen your icon before, (was blindly going through Hotmail) but I love this one, because I use the 'insanity runs in the family' excuse all the time. :D
Thankee. This is the only icon I made myself. ^.^ Go Tamora Pierce!
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::sniffle:: And yes, envy coloured eyes. ::sigh:: His eyes are so hard to describe and it drives me bonkers. They're fucking beautiful eyes, but impossible to convey with mere words.
your careless words drive burning daggers into his heart.
Owie. Big owie. Oh, the daggers in my heart too. Owie. Beautiful. Owie.
(And damn I feel special, you're using both of my icons. You love me. Ha.)
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Owie. Beautiful. Owie.
*blushes* Thanks you! *kisses owies better*
(And damn I feel special, you're using both of my icons. You love me. Ha.)
Of course I love you! *snogs*
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