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savethedistress.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Dec. 22nd, 2004 11:32 pm)Title: Dreams of a Madman (Part five of more than five)
Rating: Almost G, some mild language
Feedback: Si'l vous plait?
Disclaimer: If this is true, I demand video.
Author's Note: I'm ashamed by the rating. Nothing else to say.
“Not a mistake, not a mistake, not a mistake, notamistakenotamistakenotamistakenotamistake and you know it, Boyd.” Billy muttered to himself as he heard Dom’s footsteps retreat down the hallway. Finally his brain had conceded to this fact, and the pointy things had retreated, setting their sites on a new destination, poking themselves painfully into his gut.
Then go talk to him, why don’t you? he reprimanded himself.
Because, he obviously doesn’t feel the same way. Despite supposed reconciliation, Billy’s heart and brain still seemed to disagree on several key points. Including just what exactly he should do about the situation. Brilliant, really, can’t even decide what the hell you need to do about this. Bad move. Very bad move. And there was that mantra again, constantly heckling him, driving him slowly to madness.
But he had had his little brush with madness the last night, now hadn’t he.
Just, go talk to him, tell him. On second thought, don’t. Leave him a note. Yeah, notes are good. Oh. Real subtle. Recall what happened the last time you thought about notes. Dreamed about them, rather.
In any case, it seemed like a good idea. A compromise, you see, between brain and heart. A distinct way to inform someone without having to deal with speaking. Speech was messy, inaccurate. Writing seemed a better way to portray the intricacies of feelings, of situation.
Hence, Billy conceded to write a note. Sat himself down on the couch with a pen and a notepad. He didn’t intend for this to be an extensive note, however, he hoped Dom would get the message.
Dom- Scratch it out. Too formal.
Dommie- Oh no. Better yet, don’t address it at all.
About last night Wrong. Tear another page off the pad.
I didn’t mean Crumple the page.
It wasn’t supposed to Throw it at his feet.
I didn’t intend Glance at the growing pile of paper snowballs collecting about his feet.
I feel that No. No. No. And, no.
I love A bit too early, don’t you think?
Finally, Billy reached his decision. Gathering the pile of papers around his feet, (So wasteful, shameful really.) he strode towards the bathroom with purpose, depositing his collection in a nearby rubbish bin and grabbing a roll of sticky tape en route. He tested the knob on the door, found it fortunately unlocked, and quickly stuck his arm inside, taping the note to the inside of the bathroom door.
Dom, startled by the sudden draft, stuck his head out of the curtain just as Billy shut the door. On the inside was a note.
Not a mistake.
Rating: Almost G, some mild language
Feedback: Si'l vous plait?
Disclaimer: If this is true, I demand video.
Author's Note: I'm ashamed by the rating. Nothing else to say.
“Not a mistake, not a mistake, not a mistake, notamistakenotamistakenotamistakenotamistake and you know it, Boyd.” Billy muttered to himself as he heard Dom’s footsteps retreat down the hallway. Finally his brain had conceded to this fact, and the pointy things had retreated, setting their sites on a new destination, poking themselves painfully into his gut.
Then go talk to him, why don’t you? he reprimanded himself.
Because, he obviously doesn’t feel the same way. Despite supposed reconciliation, Billy’s heart and brain still seemed to disagree on several key points. Including just what exactly he should do about the situation. Brilliant, really, can’t even decide what the hell you need to do about this. Bad move. Very bad move. And there was that mantra again, constantly heckling him, driving him slowly to madness.
But he had had his little brush with madness the last night, now hadn’t he.
Just, go talk to him, tell him. On second thought, don’t. Leave him a note. Yeah, notes are good. Oh. Real subtle. Recall what happened the last time you thought about notes. Dreamed about them, rather.
In any case, it seemed like a good idea. A compromise, you see, between brain and heart. A distinct way to inform someone without having to deal with speaking. Speech was messy, inaccurate. Writing seemed a better way to portray the intricacies of feelings, of situation.
Hence, Billy conceded to write a note. Sat himself down on the couch with a pen and a notepad. He didn’t intend for this to be an extensive note, however, he hoped Dom would get the message.
Dom- Scratch it out. Too formal.
Dommie- Oh no. Better yet, don’t address it at all.
About last night Wrong. Tear another page off the pad.
I didn’t mean Crumple the page.
It wasn’t supposed to Throw it at his feet.
I didn’t intend Glance at the growing pile of paper snowballs collecting about his feet.
I feel that No. No. No. And, no.
I love A bit too early, don’t you think?
Finally, Billy reached his decision. Gathering the pile of papers around his feet, (So wasteful, shameful really.) he strode towards the bathroom with purpose, depositing his collection in a nearby rubbish bin and grabbing a roll of sticky tape en route. He tested the knob on the door, found it fortunately unlocked, and quickly stuck his arm inside, taping the note to the inside of the bathroom door.
Dom, startled by the sudden draft, stuck his head out of the curtain just as Billy shut the door. On the inside was a note.
Not a mistake.
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Don't worry, there's less cliffhangeriness after a point.
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What a perfect ending! I love the way you brought it back to the beginning. So glad Billy's gotten it right this time. Sex now, right???!??!
Can't wait to read the next part!!
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So mostly it would have been a cool way to bring it back to the beginning, were it the end. *blushes bright red*
Sex soon.
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::adds to Memories yet again::
You do this to me every time, babe. If you want a cliffhanger battle, BRING IT!!!!!
::sets to work on own series with excruciating cliffhangerness::
HA! Take that!!! Touche!!!! Une guarde!!!!
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*begins establishing cliffhangers of unprecidented proportions*
I'm so incredibly flattered like you've no idea.
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Oh, I think I have an idea......*blushes*