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Fluctuations
PG-13
DM/EW
A/N: Another cryptic story, this time for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotrpschallenge challenge #10. Have fun :)
Grey
June 12
Things are getting hazy between Dom and me.
Red
“You have got,” Elijah breathed heavily, “to stop closing yourself off.” His teeth nipped at a flushed earlobe as Dom’s hands fumbled frantically with the buttons on Elijah’s oxford shirt.
“Trying,” Dom grunted. Two pairs of legs kept tangling around each other, ankle to ankle, knee to knee, as they attempted to stumble down the hall. Dom’s hand finally closed around a doorknob and they flung themselves into the room. “I’m trying,” he repeated more steadily, once he had pinned Elijah to the mattress, hands splayed out on either side of Elijah’s unruly hair.
Elijah stared at him with fervent eyes and murmured “Try harder” as Dom ran his hand over the rosy curvatures of Elijah’s neck.
Blue
“I’m feeling tranquil today,” Dom announced as soon as Elijah had emerged blearily from his bedroom. “Let’s go to the beach. Milk this feeling for all it’s worth.”
Unperturbed, Elijah staggered into the kitchen and splashed some bitter looking coffee into a discolored mug. “You,” he began, wrapping his hands around the steaming cup. He took a swig and gulped visibly, then finally continued. “Are the epitome of mood swings.”
Dom pondered this for a moment. “Yeah,” he shrugged. “So. Wanna go or not?”
“Answer a question first.”
“Um.” Dom grimaced. “Alright. Riddle me this, riddle me that.”
Elijah swallowed the rest of his coffee and turned around to bang his empty mug into the sink. He looked up, visibly annoyed. “What is this, Dom?”
They stared at each other for a beat.
“What—“Dom started.
“Yes, what is it? You, me, this fucking apartment, your apparent multiple personalities. Just answer the question and I’ll go to the goddamn fucking beach with you, ok?” Elijah strode out of the kitchen without a second glance and Dom was once again left amidst an eerie silence.
Black
Elijah bounded down the hall and reached for the doorknob but stopped short, fingers hovering millimeters away from the brass handle. A yellow Post-it had been colored in almost entirely with a black marker and stuck to the handle. The paper was crinkled and hastily bunched against the contours of the knob and Elijah backed away slowly, eyes flickering up to the indifferent door.
*
“I’m having a black day,” the note on the fridge read. “One of those, you know. I’ll snap at you if you’re around, so just have a bite to eat while I bang around my room for awhile.”
Elijah had just unwrapped a soggy sandwich when Dom shuffled into the kitchen while rubbing absently at his drooping eyes. The silence held strong, permitting only muted chewing noises and the sounds of Dom scraping a chair away from the dining table and sitting down next to Elijah.
Elijah swallowed thickly. “If I asked you to smile, would you?” he ventured timidly.
Dom scraped his palms over his face, then rested his chin on the ‘U’ that was formed by his hands in a distinctly child-like position. Suddenly, he ducked down toward the table and efficiently bit off a chunk of Elijah’s sandwich.
“Thanks,” Dom grinned, baring his teeth in all its turkey filled glory. Elijah, after recovering from the initial surprise, snorted and jerked the sandwich out of Dom’s reach.
“Asshole,” he giggled. Dom simply reached under the table and gently squeezed Elijah’s knee with his long fingers.
*
Elijah sat in the kitchen long enough to have eaten eight sandwiches. He finally got up and turned off the dim light that hovered over the table. Dom’s door remained closed when he walked by, muscles tensing up with every step he took.
White
The snow is falling gently yet steadily from the stained off-white sky. Elijah blinks, exhaling pockets of air and watching the condensed white wisps cloud into the otherwise sterile atmosphere. A pair of grey eyes gazes past snow covered eyelashes and Elijah feels his mouth creak into a knowing smile.
“Smile.” His cold tongue pushes the command past numb lips. Dom’s face remains as impassive as ever; the only flicker of change that Elijah sees is a slight dilation of pupils, but he could easily be imagining that. With the snow falling all around them, nestling into Dom’s hair and silently disappearing into the shoulders of his heavy coat, Dom looks untouched. Untainted.
Elijah knows better, though. White means pure, in all senses. But sometimes he gets the feeling that with Dom, it’s more of a blank.
PG-13
DM/EW
A/N: Another cryptic story, this time for
lotrpschallenge challenge #10. Have fun :)June 12
Things are getting hazy between Dom and me.
“You have got,” Elijah breathed heavily, “to stop closing yourself off.” His teeth nipped at a flushed earlobe as Dom’s hands fumbled frantically with the buttons on Elijah’s oxford shirt.
“Trying,” Dom grunted. Two pairs of legs kept tangling around each other, ankle to ankle, knee to knee, as they attempted to stumble down the hall. Dom’s hand finally closed around a doorknob and they flung themselves into the room. “I’m trying,” he repeated more steadily, once he had pinned Elijah to the mattress, hands splayed out on either side of Elijah’s unruly hair.
Elijah stared at him with fervent eyes and murmured “Try harder” as Dom ran his hand over the rosy curvatures of Elijah’s neck.
“I’m feeling tranquil today,” Dom announced as soon as Elijah had emerged blearily from his bedroom. “Let’s go to the beach. Milk this feeling for all it’s worth.”
Unperturbed, Elijah staggered into the kitchen and splashed some bitter looking coffee into a discolored mug. “You,” he began, wrapping his hands around the steaming cup. He took a swig and gulped visibly, then finally continued. “Are the epitome of mood swings.”
Dom pondered this for a moment. “Yeah,” he shrugged. “So. Wanna go or not?”
“Answer a question first.”
“Um.” Dom grimaced. “Alright. Riddle me this, riddle me that.”
Elijah swallowed the rest of his coffee and turned around to bang his empty mug into the sink. He looked up, visibly annoyed. “What is this, Dom?”
They stared at each other for a beat.
“What—“Dom started.
“Yes, what is it? You, me, this fucking apartment, your apparent multiple personalities. Just answer the question and I’ll go to the goddamn fucking beach with you, ok?” Elijah strode out of the kitchen without a second glance and Dom was once again left amidst an eerie silence.
Elijah bounded down the hall and reached for the doorknob but stopped short, fingers hovering millimeters away from the brass handle. A yellow Post-it had been colored in almost entirely with a black marker and stuck to the handle. The paper was crinkled and hastily bunched against the contours of the knob and Elijah backed away slowly, eyes flickering up to the indifferent door.
*
“I’m having a black day,” the note on the fridge read. “One of those, you know. I’ll snap at you if you’re around, so just have a bite to eat while I bang around my room for awhile.”
Elijah had just unwrapped a soggy sandwich when Dom shuffled into the kitchen while rubbing absently at his drooping eyes. The silence held strong, permitting only muted chewing noises and the sounds of Dom scraping a chair away from the dining table and sitting down next to Elijah.
Elijah swallowed thickly. “If I asked you to smile, would you?” he ventured timidly.
Dom scraped his palms over his face, then rested his chin on the ‘U’ that was formed by his hands in a distinctly child-like position. Suddenly, he ducked down toward the table and efficiently bit off a chunk of Elijah’s sandwich.
“Thanks,” Dom grinned, baring his teeth in all its turkey filled glory. Elijah, after recovering from the initial surprise, snorted and jerked the sandwich out of Dom’s reach.
“Asshole,” he giggled. Dom simply reached under the table and gently squeezed Elijah’s knee with his long fingers.
*
Elijah sat in the kitchen long enough to have eaten eight sandwiches. He finally got up and turned off the dim light that hovered over the table. Dom’s door remained closed when he walked by, muscles tensing up with every step he took.
The snow is falling gently yet steadily from the stained off-white sky. Elijah blinks, exhaling pockets of air and watching the condensed white wisps cloud into the otherwise sterile atmosphere. A pair of grey eyes gazes past snow covered eyelashes and Elijah feels his mouth creak into a knowing smile.
“Smile.” His cold tongue pushes the command past numb lips. Dom’s face remains as impassive as ever; the only flicker of change that Elijah sees is a slight dilation of pupils, but he could easily be imagining that. With the snow falling all around them, nestling into Dom’s hair and silently disappearing into the shoulders of his heavy coat, Dom looks untouched. Untainted.
Elijah knows better, though. White means pure, in all senses. But sometimes he gets the feeling that with Dom, it’s more of a blank.