"Misunderstanding" >> Monaboyd by orolin

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Title: Misunderstanding
Author: orolin
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Disclaimer: Not true, honest.



Living is easy with eyes closed…

Below the half-moon black smudges on his fingernails, Dom etches the words on to his left hand, the blue biro making loops and hoops and imprinting on his pale skin. He adds the normal three dots to the end, leaving the sentence half done. Everything looks better like that, he thinks, unfinished and open to anything. Dom likes to think that there is something else coming, that that’s not the end of it all.

*

Dom isn’t listening. He’s chewing on the end of his blue biro, sporadically putting it to the yellow post-it note before him and going over and over the letters marked on it.

“Dom? Are you listening?”

“Yep,” he replies, re-tracing the first letter until it’s so bold the blue looks almost black. He tears it off, sticking it to the top of the table before beginning on another one.

Billy sighs in to the phone. “Of course you are. You’ll be happy, at least, now that she’s out of the picture. You never did like her, did you?”

Dom doesn’t reply. He sits at the table in the dark, lit only by the soft orange glow from the table lamp, and he scrawls on to the post-it note until his eyes start to hurt and he doesn’t remember if it was black ink he started out with anyway. By the time he’s inspected his biro carefully to find the last traces of blue ink, the last few words have gone all the way back down the line from his ear to Glasgow. He tries to recall what was just said, hoping maybe it is those words that he's been searching for all along. He scrawls them down anyway, and in a way they're more real. For once he doesn't feel so alone.

*

Dom likes mottos and quotes. Great lyrics from good songs. Important sayings and inspiring poems, things he can write along the top of his scripts when bored in a break in filming. He links these quotes to people, scrawling certain ones whenever he’s thinking of that certain someone. There are some sayings that are everywhere he turns. There are the post-it notes decorating his kitchen, the sheets of paper sprawled across his bedroom, all of them proclaiming some sort of message related to one person. Mostly, there are the quotes that make Dom think of Billy. They are mixed quotes, some from songs and some from people. Some, even, from Billy himself, said during an alcohol induced night with Elijah and Orlando, or back from when they were in New Zealand. Some are from those late night conversations they’ve been having recently, the ones where the amount that Dom says gets less and less, while the amount that Billy says seems to get more and more, which is okay with Dom really as long as he’s still talking. Are you still listening… is on the top of the post-it note pad at the moment, so dark and indented in to the paper that the outline is visible on every other note. He looks at the other note stuck on to the table. I love you, you know….

*

Dom etches the dots first, pressing the pen in to his skin, making them stand out clearly. He can use his left hand to write quite well now, he almost can’t tell the difference from his right hand writing. At the end he does the normal dot, his pen then travelling over to get ready for the inevitable second and third. Dom pauses, the pen almost touching his skin. Slowly, he defines the first dot a little more before placing the pen on the table top. One dot. That’s it. The end.

…misunderstanding all you see.

The End

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~Kirsty