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queenrayven.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jan. 31st, 2004 08:44 pm)Title: Shake the Sky
Summary: Dom and Billy frolic in the snow
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Once again I know neither Billy nor Dom, and this is all LIES, although it could have happened since everyone plays in the snow.
Shake the Sky
I couldn’t resist him. Sometimes he’s just too adorable. His eyes are going to be the death of me someday. He really has lovely eyes, ranging from stormy grey to a light steel. And he knows how to manipulate them to get what he wants. He gives this certain look, a look like a starving animal begging for food. No one can refuse that. It makes you want to go over and hug him like a teddy bear, and give him whatever he desires. And so on that day he gave me the hungry teddy-bear look.
I was walking past; he was sitting on the chair by the window. The curtain was drawn back, and he gave me The Look. It stopped me dead in my tracks.
“What do you want?” I forced myself to sound impatient.
He gave me his mischievous Merry look. “It’s snowing outside.”
I looked past him. Sure enough snowflakes the size of quarters were drifting all about. I narrowed my eyes on him, speaking as nonchalant as I could muster. “That’s nice.”
I tried to walk past but that man has the reflexes of a panther. Before I knew it he was blocking my way, grinning stupidly at me. He took my hands in his and began to swing them back and forth. “Come on Billy, lets go out and play.”
“Are you off your rocker? Do you have any idea how cold it is?”
“Hey, if Andy can fling himself into a half frozen river over and over I think you’ll survive making a few snow angels.”
“But-”
“Oh come on,” he whined at me. “Please?”
He was giving me The Look again. But I was so comfortable in my jeans and off-white sweater, so nice and warm. I really didn’t feel like getting all wet and cold.
“Dom-”
In a performance that could have won him an Oscar, he threw up his hands and heaved a big sigh. “Fine! Be an old stick in the mud, see if I care.” With that he went over, threw on his coat and a scarf, and went outside. He didn’t bother to grab his hat and gloves. Smiling a little to myself I meandered over to the window and peeked out, trying to not make it obvious I was watching him. There was surprisingly a lot of snow, and one could throw yourself down without getting hurt. He was taking full opportunity of this fact, and I couldn’t help but smile as he ran around, diving head first into piles of snow and rolling around like a ten year old.
He looked over and I quickly jerked my head back, letting the curtain fall back over the window. I waited a few minutes, just to make him suffer, and then went out quickly and quietly.
“Hey Dom.”
He turned and I nailed him in the face with a thick snow ball. After a moment of shock he started to crack up, wiping the cold whiteness from his face. He began to come towards me, an evil glint in is eyes. “You. Are. Dead.”
Laughing and swearing, I threw myself off the step and took off to the left. I never was very good at running through snow, and before I knew it he had tackled me. We were both laughing obnoxiously, he struggling to turn me onto my back, I trying to crawl away. Snow was flying everywhere; I wish someone had been there so they could have video tapped it. Finally he got me onto my back and straddled my waist so I couldn’t get up.
“Cold, isn’t it?” he shouted merrily, smearing handful after handful of snow in my face. I was half-choking, half-laughing, and couldn’t manage to respond. Finally I grabbed a tuff of snow and threw it into his face. In his momentary blindness I heaved him off and scrambled away, running away behind a tree. I peaked out behind it and he nailed the trunk with a snow projectile. I peaked out again. “Ha, your aim sucks.”
He nailed me in the chest and I doubled over with an “oof!” Screaming, he charged and knocked me off my feet again. We wrestled around for awhile, trying to pin each other, shoving as much snow as we possibly could into each others faces. We finally realized the fight wasn’t getting anywhere, and no one was winning. We stopped, Dom rolling off me, both laughing. My hands were red and freezing (and I imagined my face was in the same state), and snow had gotten into my coat and under my shirt, but I was happy.
Dom put his head on my shoulder and looked up at me. “I thought you weren’t coming out.”
I shrugged.
“What made you change your mind?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Was it my fiendish good looks? You couldn’t resist being away from me?”
I snorted. “You looked like a fool by yourself. I didn’t want you to humiliate yourself too badly.”
“Oh, how considerate of you.”
“I know, wasn’t it? What would you do without me?”
“I guess I’d be making a fool out of myself.” He suddenly got up and brushed himself off. “Come on, lets make a snowman.”
I propped myself up on my elbows. Certainly I had heard him wrong. “What?”
“I said lets make a snowman.” He already had a snowball in his hands, packing more and more snow onto it.
“I haven’t made one since I was a kid!”
“Well then all the more reason to make one!” He grabbed my arm and dragged me to my feet.
“I doubt I even know how to any more.”
He shoved the pile of snow he had been working with into my arms.
“Don’t be stupid. Just take snow and roll it into a ball.”
After awhile we realized we were both working on bases, so Dom just made his ball bigger. It was an insanely large snowman, and it took the both of us to roll the pieces into proper form. When it was done it was not only lopsided, but we didn’t have anything to make a face with. We also could only find one branch for an arm. We stood with our arms folded across our chests, viewing our handiwork. Dom was nodding slowly, looking serious. Finally I couldn’t take it and laughed.
“That’s the ugliest snowman I have ever seen in my entire life.”
“Yeah.”
“We suck.”
“Yeah.”
“Go us.”
“Woo.”
Suddenly he let out something akin to a war cry, spun around, and kicked the snowman. A big chuck went flying. He was a ninja, the snowman his mortal enemy. It wasn’t long before the deformed snow beast was no more. It was really funny, and I was in stitches.
“You’re such a freak Dom.”
He shrugged, flung out him arms, and let himself fall backwards. I did the same, falling next to him. We fell into silence, content with just staring at the metallic sky. It was still snowing, and it tickled a bit.
“I love snow,” he said with a content sigh.
“So I’ve noticed.”
“When I was little...” He trailed off.
“When you were little...?”
“No, forget it. It’s stupid.”
I pinched him in the ribs. “You can’t start to say something and not finish it! Besides, I already know you’re stupid.”
“Well at least I don’t smell.”
“Like Viggo.”
He giggled. “Yeah.”
“Now come on, what were you going to say?”
He stretched out his arms behind his head, a small smile on his face as he looked at the sky. “My mom used to tell me when I was little that it’d snow because God was cleaning the sky.”
I paused, expecting more. “I don’t get it.”
“Yaknow how it gets dark when it snows?”
“Yeah.”
“Well that’s because the sky is dirty, so God shakes it like a rug to make it clean, and the snow is the dirt from the sky.”
I looked over at him and he looked at me. A blush crept onto his face. I couldn’t help but smile.
“That’s not stupid at all.”
He smiled. With that we got up and went into the house.
Summary: Dom and Billy frolic in the snow
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Once again I know neither Billy nor Dom, and this is all LIES, although it could have happened since everyone plays in the snow.
Shake the Sky
I couldn’t resist him. Sometimes he’s just too adorable. His eyes are going to be the death of me someday. He really has lovely eyes, ranging from stormy grey to a light steel. And he knows how to manipulate them to get what he wants. He gives this certain look, a look like a starving animal begging for food. No one can refuse that. It makes you want to go over and hug him like a teddy bear, and give him whatever he desires. And so on that day he gave me the hungry teddy-bear look.
I was walking past; he was sitting on the chair by the window. The curtain was drawn back, and he gave me The Look. It stopped me dead in my tracks.
“What do you want?” I forced myself to sound impatient.
He gave me his mischievous Merry look. “It’s snowing outside.”
I looked past him. Sure enough snowflakes the size of quarters were drifting all about. I narrowed my eyes on him, speaking as nonchalant as I could muster. “That’s nice.”
I tried to walk past but that man has the reflexes of a panther. Before I knew it he was blocking my way, grinning stupidly at me. He took my hands in his and began to swing them back and forth. “Come on Billy, lets go out and play.”
“Are you off your rocker? Do you have any idea how cold it is?”
“Hey, if Andy can fling himself into a half frozen river over and over I think you’ll survive making a few snow angels.”
“But-”
“Oh come on,” he whined at me. “Please?”
He was giving me The Look again. But I was so comfortable in my jeans and off-white sweater, so nice and warm. I really didn’t feel like getting all wet and cold.
“Dom-”
In a performance that could have won him an Oscar, he threw up his hands and heaved a big sigh. “Fine! Be an old stick in the mud, see if I care.” With that he went over, threw on his coat and a scarf, and went outside. He didn’t bother to grab his hat and gloves. Smiling a little to myself I meandered over to the window and peeked out, trying to not make it obvious I was watching him. There was surprisingly a lot of snow, and one could throw yourself down without getting hurt. He was taking full opportunity of this fact, and I couldn’t help but smile as he ran around, diving head first into piles of snow and rolling around like a ten year old.
He looked over and I quickly jerked my head back, letting the curtain fall back over the window. I waited a few minutes, just to make him suffer, and then went out quickly and quietly.
“Hey Dom.”
He turned and I nailed him in the face with a thick snow ball. After a moment of shock he started to crack up, wiping the cold whiteness from his face. He began to come towards me, an evil glint in is eyes. “You. Are. Dead.”
Laughing and swearing, I threw myself off the step and took off to the left. I never was very good at running through snow, and before I knew it he had tackled me. We were both laughing obnoxiously, he struggling to turn me onto my back, I trying to crawl away. Snow was flying everywhere; I wish someone had been there so they could have video tapped it. Finally he got me onto my back and straddled my waist so I couldn’t get up.
“Cold, isn’t it?” he shouted merrily, smearing handful after handful of snow in my face. I was half-choking, half-laughing, and couldn’t manage to respond. Finally I grabbed a tuff of snow and threw it into his face. In his momentary blindness I heaved him off and scrambled away, running away behind a tree. I peaked out behind it and he nailed the trunk with a snow projectile. I peaked out again. “Ha, your aim sucks.”
He nailed me in the chest and I doubled over with an “oof!” Screaming, he charged and knocked me off my feet again. We wrestled around for awhile, trying to pin each other, shoving as much snow as we possibly could into each others faces. We finally realized the fight wasn’t getting anywhere, and no one was winning. We stopped, Dom rolling off me, both laughing. My hands were red and freezing (and I imagined my face was in the same state), and snow had gotten into my coat and under my shirt, but I was happy.
Dom put his head on my shoulder and looked up at me. “I thought you weren’t coming out.”
I shrugged.
“What made you change your mind?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Was it my fiendish good looks? You couldn’t resist being away from me?”
I snorted. “You looked like a fool by yourself. I didn’t want you to humiliate yourself too badly.”
“Oh, how considerate of you.”
“I know, wasn’t it? What would you do without me?”
“I guess I’d be making a fool out of myself.” He suddenly got up and brushed himself off. “Come on, lets make a snowman.”
I propped myself up on my elbows. Certainly I had heard him wrong. “What?”
“I said lets make a snowman.” He already had a snowball in his hands, packing more and more snow onto it.
“I haven’t made one since I was a kid!”
“Well then all the more reason to make one!” He grabbed my arm and dragged me to my feet.
“I doubt I even know how to any more.”
He shoved the pile of snow he had been working with into my arms.
“Don’t be stupid. Just take snow and roll it into a ball.”
After awhile we realized we were both working on bases, so Dom just made his ball bigger. It was an insanely large snowman, and it took the both of us to roll the pieces into proper form. When it was done it was not only lopsided, but we didn’t have anything to make a face with. We also could only find one branch for an arm. We stood with our arms folded across our chests, viewing our handiwork. Dom was nodding slowly, looking serious. Finally I couldn’t take it and laughed.
“That’s the ugliest snowman I have ever seen in my entire life.”
“Yeah.”
“We suck.”
“Yeah.”
“Go us.”
“Woo.”
Suddenly he let out something akin to a war cry, spun around, and kicked the snowman. A big chuck went flying. He was a ninja, the snowman his mortal enemy. It wasn’t long before the deformed snow beast was no more. It was really funny, and I was in stitches.
“You’re such a freak Dom.”
He shrugged, flung out him arms, and let himself fall backwards. I did the same, falling next to him. We fell into silence, content with just staring at the metallic sky. It was still snowing, and it tickled a bit.
“I love snow,” he said with a content sigh.
“So I’ve noticed.”
“When I was little...” He trailed off.
“When you were little...?”
“No, forget it. It’s stupid.”
I pinched him in the ribs. “You can’t start to say something and not finish it! Besides, I already know you’re stupid.”
“Well at least I don’t smell.”
“Like Viggo.”
He giggled. “Yeah.”
“Now come on, what were you going to say?”
He stretched out his arms behind his head, a small smile on his face as he looked at the sky. “My mom used to tell me when I was little that it’d snow because God was cleaning the sky.”
I paused, expecting more. “I don’t get it.”
“Yaknow how it gets dark when it snows?”
“Yeah.”
“Well that’s because the sky is dirty, so God shakes it like a rug to make it clean, and the snow is the dirt from the sky.”
I looked over at him and he looked at me. A blush crept onto his face. I couldn’t help but smile.
“That’s not stupid at all.”
He smiled. With that we got up and went into the house.
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Very very cute :)
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Your icon is ohsocute as well because that Dom pic is the cutest EVER. ::borrows Dom from you so she can hug him::
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My heart is coated in pink fluffy cotton. -lol-
Loved it. (L)
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