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Title: Im Morgengrauen erwart ich Dich
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dom/Elijah, if you squint really hard
Summary: Dom misses the sunrise.
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though if I'm anyone's minion, thenarundhathi's *licks arrie*
Im Morgengrauen erwart ich Dich
Dom misses the sunrise.
Getting up in the five o'clock hour was never something he did easily, but standing outside the make-up trailer and watching the sun come up over the hills; blood red light creeping over mountaintops, reflecting on the glittering water of little lakes and spilling into valleys, turning New Zealand into Middle Earth right in front of his eyes, is the one thing he always looked forward to.
These days he stays awake long after Elijah has gone to bed with a mumbled, 'See you in the morning' and waits, facing the glass doors in the living room, sitting on the couch, a mug of long gone cold tea in his hands.
Sometimes he'll fall asleep like that, and the stains on the carpet are all that's left in the morning, when this strange feeling of melancholy has been replaced by a giddiness about what the new day may bring. But more often than not he'll be up long enough to see the sun rise.
Even if it's from the wrong side.
Dom hasn't felt right in a long time and he finds this is the only way he can face the sunrise in Los Angeles. Where they are never as red, never as clear and never as magical as he remembers them being back in New Zealand.
He believes, that if he lets enough time pass, he'll be able to get up in the morning and watch a sunrise from the right side without feeling tears sting in the corner of his eyes again.
Until he's sure though, he would rather go on missing them.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dom/Elijah, if you squint really hard
Summary: Dom misses the sunrise.
Thanks to
whimsicalnotion for understanding what I wanna say, even if I use terribly grammar to say it *smooch*written for
circe_tiganathough if I'm anyone's minion, then
arundhathi's *licks arrie*Im Morgengrauen erwart ich Dich
Dom misses the sunrise.
Getting up in the five o'clock hour was never something he did easily, but standing outside the make-up trailer and watching the sun come up over the hills; blood red light creeping over mountaintops, reflecting on the glittering water of little lakes and spilling into valleys, turning New Zealand into Middle Earth right in front of his eyes, is the one thing he always looked forward to.
These days he stays awake long after Elijah has gone to bed with a mumbled, 'See you in the morning' and waits, facing the glass doors in the living room, sitting on the couch, a mug of long gone cold tea in his hands.
Sometimes he'll fall asleep like that, and the stains on the carpet are all that's left in the morning, when this strange feeling of melancholy has been replaced by a giddiness about what the new day may bring. But more often than not he'll be up long enough to see the sun rise.
Even if it's from the wrong side.
Dom hasn't felt right in a long time and he finds this is the only way he can face the sunrise in Los Angeles. Where they are never as red, never as clear and never as magical as he remembers them being back in New Zealand.
He believes, that if he lets enough time pass, he'll be able to get up in the morning and watch a sunrise from the right side without feeling tears sting in the corner of his eyes again.
Until he's sure though, he would rather go on missing them.