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savethedistress.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Dec. 21st, 2004 10:34 pm)Title: Dreams of a Madman (Part four of more than four)
Rating: PG (-13?) for swear words.
Feedback: Si'l vous plait?
Disclaimer: If this is true, I demand video.
Author's Note: This chapter is privy to sporadic and random POV changes, thought I prefer to call it "Viewpoint: third person omniscient". Chyeah, right.
Warnings: Still somewhat mild angst.
“The Morning After” is nefarious for being incredibly strange and awkward, and, though this wasn’t “The Morning After”, per say, it was the morning after something, and therefor was no exception.
Billy was, in fact, quite surprised to wander into his kitchen at three-thirty in the morning and find Dom making coffee in nothing but slippers and a pair of sweat pants.
“You do know we’ve no call today, don’t you?”
“Yes, but I’m conditioned to it, and, judging from the early hour of your awakening, so are you.”
“Well, you’ve got me there.”
After such was said, the two lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, which really was no surprise. The coffee finished brewing and Dom poured two mugs, sitting down and pushing one at Billy, who ignored it. He had become suddenly interested in the pattern of the tile floor. Dom had to admit, it really was very pretty, but wasn’t he far prettier? Obviously, but perhaps Billy was feeling a bit estranged from the situation. Of course he was feeling a bit estranged from the situation. Dom liked to think he would have reacted the same had he been the one to make the first move, but he knew that was wrong.
In any case, he took it upon himself to set things right.
And that’s how he ended up sitting squarely on the tile floor, under the table, at Billy’s feet and directly within his line of vision, chirping, “Good morning to you, too, then.”
“It’s far too early in the morning for this, Dom,” Billy had on his serious voice, trying his best not to sound overly strained. What was Dom doing, being so casual?
“Oh, come on, Bills, it’s not that early. It’s half past!” Dom spoke petulantly, as if he were only four years old or less.
“Half past three, may I remind you. Three A.-fecking-M. In the morning. And I’m not even supposed to be awake.”
“Ah but why squander the chance to talk to me in favour of sleep, hm?” Dom grinned cheekily, scooching on his bottom closer and closer to Billy until he was practically under his chair.
“Dom, please.”
Apropos of nothing, Dom sprung the conversation from joking and casual to blatantly uncomfortable in an instant. “So, what was that all about last night, then?”
Not for the first time that week, Billy froze dead.
“Er. Um. Erm. Well, you see, I. . . . ah. Yeah. And then. Ehm. Didn’t really mean to, y’see. It er. Ehm.”
“Dom’s face seemed to fall. “Mistake, then? Understandably. I am dead sexy,” he half-joked, immediately drawing the conversation away from what seemed to be nothing more than a sand trap drawing him into a pit of rusty spikes, all aimed directly at his heart.
Of course, Billy was unaware of this, being purposefully unobservant to the point that he had stopped realizing there was a man sitting at his feet. A rather downcast looking man, at that.
Billy was too busy letting his feelings draw him deep into the caverns of his chest, where there resided several pointy objects, the majority of which were attempting to keep his brain and heart from attacking one another, due mostly to the fact that they were feuding. While the former told him what he was doing was absolutely and sanely right, and that all was now amended, his heart was screaming that the wrong move had been made, and that now was the time to tell Dom how he really felt.
He hadn’t yet resolved this dispute when Dom scooted out from under the table and wandered his way down the hallway to the bathroom.
Rating: PG (-13?) for swear words.
Feedback: Si'l vous plait?
Disclaimer: If this is true, I demand video.
Author's Note: This chapter is privy to sporadic and random POV changes, thought I prefer to call it "Viewpoint: third person omniscient". Chyeah, right.
Warnings: Still somewhat mild angst.
“The Morning After” is nefarious for being incredibly strange and awkward, and, though this wasn’t “The Morning After”, per say, it was the morning after something, and therefor was no exception.
Billy was, in fact, quite surprised to wander into his kitchen at three-thirty in the morning and find Dom making coffee in nothing but slippers and a pair of sweat pants.
“You do know we’ve no call today, don’t you?”
“Yes, but I’m conditioned to it, and, judging from the early hour of your awakening, so are you.”
“Well, you’ve got me there.”
After such was said, the two lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, which really was no surprise. The coffee finished brewing and Dom poured two mugs, sitting down and pushing one at Billy, who ignored it. He had become suddenly interested in the pattern of the tile floor. Dom had to admit, it really was very pretty, but wasn’t he far prettier? Obviously, but perhaps Billy was feeling a bit estranged from the situation. Of course he was feeling a bit estranged from the situation. Dom liked to think he would have reacted the same had he been the one to make the first move, but he knew that was wrong.
In any case, he took it upon himself to set things right.
And that’s how he ended up sitting squarely on the tile floor, under the table, at Billy’s feet and directly within his line of vision, chirping, “Good morning to you, too, then.”
“It’s far too early in the morning for this, Dom,” Billy had on his serious voice, trying his best not to sound overly strained. What was Dom doing, being so casual?
“Oh, come on, Bills, it’s not that early. It’s half past!” Dom spoke petulantly, as if he were only four years old or less.
“Half past three, may I remind you. Three A.-fecking-M. In the morning. And I’m not even supposed to be awake.”
“Ah but why squander the chance to talk to me in favour of sleep, hm?” Dom grinned cheekily, scooching on his bottom closer and closer to Billy until he was practically under his chair.
“Dom, please.”
Apropos of nothing, Dom sprung the conversation from joking and casual to blatantly uncomfortable in an instant. “So, what was that all about last night, then?”
Not for the first time that week, Billy froze dead.
“Er. Um. Erm. Well, you see, I. . . . ah. Yeah. And then. Ehm. Didn’t really mean to, y’see. It er. Ehm.”
“Dom’s face seemed to fall. “Mistake, then? Understandably. I am dead sexy,” he half-joked, immediately drawing the conversation away from what seemed to be nothing more than a sand trap drawing him into a pit of rusty spikes, all aimed directly at his heart.
Of course, Billy was unaware of this, being purposefully unobservant to the point that he had stopped realizing there was a man sitting at his feet. A rather downcast looking man, at that.
Billy was too busy letting his feelings draw him deep into the caverns of his chest, where there resided several pointy objects, the majority of which were attempting to keep his brain and heart from attacking one another, due mostly to the fact that they were feuding. While the former told him what he was doing was absolutely and sanely right, and that all was now amended, his heart was screaming that the wrong move had been made, and that now was the time to tell Dom how he really felt.
He hadn’t yet resolved this dispute when Dom scooted out from under the table and wandered his way down the hallway to the bathroom.
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''Oh, come on, Bills, it’s not that early. It’s half past!” Dom spoke petulantly, as if he were only four years old or less.''
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You leave me hangin' all the time! Not fair!!!!! Next part=WHEEEEEEN?!?!?!?!
*pants*
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*grinz*
You're very cunning......
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*bites lip in anticipation*
*bounces and lunges*
ONWARD HOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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