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Title: The Sea
Pairing; DM/BB, DM/EW
Summary; He hasn't see the ocean in so long.
Rating; PG-!3, for one curse word.
Warnings; Angsty, and just one small mention of self injury.
Note; I'm new to this paring, so don't hurt me! This is my first Monaboyd story. I was a Domlijah slasher for ages, but then the tinhats just kept getting to me. They were way too mad for me to enjoy that pairing very much any more. So enjoy!
Dom always hated the beach in California. It was so surreal, like someone had forced the water to come there, so the devils in the city of angels could have somewhere to play. He hated it for what it was, a fake paradise. He hated it because Elijah loved it so much. Dom can’t remember why he started trying to convince himself that he loved Elijah. Maybe it was because they lived in the same place, and they were just convenient fucking buddies. In the clubs at night, Elijah would turn to the girls, smiling and laughing, and Dom would burn himself with his cigarettes and drink himself closer to an end at the bar. When they got home, if Elijah hadn’t brought home some girl, they would scream at each other until their throats became raw, and no words could be said. Elijah always said the same thing, that he loved Dom, that Dom should move on, love him back. And Dom would be so drunk; he would scream everything he ever wanted to say at Billy, pretending that Elijah wasn’t there.
When the public events came around, no one could find Billy. And no one could say anything that would make Dom better. He would go, trying to smile, trying to be cheek for the fans, try to be best friends with Elijah. All the fan girls on the internet would smile and say what a cute couple they were. Dom would laugh and say if only they knew how it was. If only anyone knew how it was. He could never look into a camera though; he saw a reflection of a man dead inside. That’s when he knew he had to go find Billy. Elijah was left with a note that said ‘Don’t come after me. You know what I am doing.’
When Dom went back to Scotland to find Billy, he went back to the beach. In these shores, the cliffs cut through the glass of the water, and the waves washed upon secrets that no one would listen to. The rain fell down, in the winter turning into snow, coating the gritty sand into a twisted winter wonderland. But when Dom came back, it seemed nothing was right. Until he came to the figure standing where the waves meet the earth, washing around them, rising above their feet, comforting them in their own ways. Dom smiled, and he tried to walk faster, but it seems like it’s so far to go. But when he finally stood behind the figure, he could hear a voice from it, “It’s lovely, isn’t it? The sea?” Dom looked out into the horizon, to the point where no matter hard he squinted, he couldn’t see the swells rising. He tried to whisper back, his voice dry and raspy, “Yes. Yes it is.” Dom knew that this is Billy saying that it was alright, I still love you, Dom. And when Dom replied, he meant, I do too. It will always be that way.
Pairing; DM/BB, DM/EW
Summary; He hasn't see the ocean in so long.
Rating; PG-!3, for one curse word.
Warnings; Angsty, and just one small mention of self injury.
Note; I'm new to this paring, so don't hurt me! This is my first Monaboyd story. I was a Domlijah slasher for ages, but then the tinhats just kept getting to me. They were way too mad for me to enjoy that pairing very much any more. So enjoy!
Dom always hated the beach in California. It was so surreal, like someone had forced the water to come there, so the devils in the city of angels could have somewhere to play. He hated it for what it was, a fake paradise. He hated it because Elijah loved it so much. Dom can’t remember why he started trying to convince himself that he loved Elijah. Maybe it was because they lived in the same place, and they were just convenient fucking buddies. In the clubs at night, Elijah would turn to the girls, smiling and laughing, and Dom would burn himself with his cigarettes and drink himself closer to an end at the bar. When they got home, if Elijah hadn’t brought home some girl, they would scream at each other until their throats became raw, and no words could be said. Elijah always said the same thing, that he loved Dom, that Dom should move on, love him back. And Dom would be so drunk; he would scream everything he ever wanted to say at Billy, pretending that Elijah wasn’t there.
When the public events came around, no one could find Billy. And no one could say anything that would make Dom better. He would go, trying to smile, trying to be cheek for the fans, try to be best friends with Elijah. All the fan girls on the internet would smile and say what a cute couple they were. Dom would laugh and say if only they knew how it was. If only anyone knew how it was. He could never look into a camera though; he saw a reflection of a man dead inside. That’s when he knew he had to go find Billy. Elijah was left with a note that said ‘Don’t come after me. You know what I am doing.’
When Dom went back to Scotland to find Billy, he went back to the beach. In these shores, the cliffs cut through the glass of the water, and the waves washed upon secrets that no one would listen to. The rain fell down, in the winter turning into snow, coating the gritty sand into a twisted winter wonderland. But when Dom came back, it seemed nothing was right. Until he came to the figure standing where the waves meet the earth, washing around them, rising above their feet, comforting them in their own ways. Dom smiled, and he tried to walk faster, but it seems like it’s so far to go. But when he finally stood behind the figure, he could hear a voice from it, “It’s lovely, isn’t it? The sea?” Dom looked out into the horizon, to the point where no matter hard he squinted, he couldn’t see the swells rising. He tried to whisper back, his voice dry and raspy, “Yes. Yes it is.” Dom knew that this is Billy saying that it was alright, I still love you, Dom. And when Dom replied, he meant, I do too. It will always be that way.
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Warning, please! There are some people (including me) who don't like self injury in fics. Whenever someone mentions it and doesn't write a warning, I never make it past it. I'm sorry.
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I just read the rest of it (skipped the self injury) and it's lovely :)
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