Slight

Title: Slight (3/?)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Billy/Elijah
Summary: Billy has a minor fascination with a costar. But it's nothing.
Feedback: is a many splendored thing
Notes: So, I got it in my head that I wanted to write subtlety for subtlety's sake. Reading between the lines, hidden meanings, tension (tension = drug of choice), things unsaid but there anyway, etc. I dunno if it'll float everyone's boat, but I've got to get it out.
Important: All of the poems in each chapter are by W.B. Yeats, whom I've just recently fallen in love with. Which is weird, because ordinarily I'm not the least bit moved by poetry, and god forbid I should try to write anything so poignant myself. Anyway, I take absolutely no credit at all for them, because I'm not anywhere near qualified to even pretend I came up with something that good.
A/N: Eheh. It's going to blatantly obvious in a minute that I have a serious fetish. *is sheepish* This is the second time I've handed Billy a weapon in a fic and let him have his way with it. But I did my research too. If Billy's not good with weapons (and he should be, if his website is correct), let's all just pretend then, shall we? Because it's so much more fun.

Chapter 3
Chapter 2
Chapter 1

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