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fellowshippers2004-08-08 02:53 am
dvactriz.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-08-08 02:53 am
Fic: Say Goodnight (2/6)
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Part 2: All That’s Left
As Elijah came into the hall and approached the sleeping form, Dom muttered in his sleep and rolled over onto his side, drawing up his knees to his chest unconsciously. Seeing this, Elijah sighed and lost his nerve, instead settling for silently passing over him. I need to start letting him go…Something’s got to change…. He walked over to the microwave to check the time. What he saw surprised him. It’s already 6 p.m.? Holy shit. He ran another hand through his damp hair and looked around. I guess I’ll start here. He pulled out a trash bag from one of the bottom cabinets in the kitchen and started tossing everything from last night into it. I wish these could get rid of memories, too, he added to himself. After an hour, he had successfully filled three bags. I’ll leave the actual cleaning to the maids. There goes another fucking two hundred bucks. Elijah knew he’d have to dish out extra for the additional cleaning and repairing of the wall. As he stood back in the middle of the kitchen with his hands in his jean pockets, his gaze strayed back to Dom. Just as this happened, Dom’s eyes popped open and he sat up with a start, gasping as he did so. This was common for him.
“Where the fuck am I?” he asked wildly, looking around the hallway and into the kitchen. Then his eyes fell on Elijah’s feet and slowly traveled up to his face. The expression he wore was that of complete bewilderment. His eyes were sparkling, but the rest of his appearance was still filled with sleep.
Elijah couldn’t help but laugh. It started as an innocent chuckle, but grew into one big bellow of laughter, making him bend over and grab the kitchen counter to steady himself. “It’s Saturday at 7 at night and you’re in our hotel suite in New York you dumbass!” Despite his secret personal endearment for the guy, Elijah sometimes had a difficult time tolerating Dom’s love of partying, and made that fact completely obvious, especially lately. Dom had taken a liking to going out and getting into fights while he was drunk or on a drug trip. Elijah began to fill the role as caretaker and guidance counselor, a role for which his emotions had been yearning for.
Blinking stupidly up at him, Dom’s blank face took on a smile of its own. He slowly stood up, steadying himself with the walls in the hall. He paused and took a deep breath before he looked at Elijah again. “Holy shit! What a night, huh?” He rumpled his hair and came toward Elijah, who’s breathing automatically quickened. “God, I’m so fucking thirsty.” His hand came down on Elijah’s left shoulder as he passed to the refrigerator. “God! Holy shit, careful man!” Elijah immediately stepped away from Dom, who looked at him with a puzzled look. “Whoa, what happened?” His attention was diverted from his growing dehydration to the wellness of his friend.
“I’m not surprised you don’t remember,” Elijah answered quietly. He was often hurt by Dom’s forgetful and often ignorant nature, but he tried his best not to show it. “Last night you thought it’d be grand to throw knives at me and trace my outline in them.” He pointed over to the wall where the three knives still stuck out from the previous evening’s adventure. “That second one grazed the top of my shoulder. You gave me a bottle of whiskey and I passed out here on the floor.” He gestured to the place he had been sleeping, as well the pool of blood.
“Holy fucking shit! Oh my God, I’m sorry man! Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital?” Dom came over to him looking extremely alarmed and put his left hand on Elijah’s right shoulder. Elijah momentarily looked at it then pulled away. Dom deserved this indifference; he gave it to Elijah all of the time. He shrugged casually. “No. I rang down for some stuff. It should be fine.”
“Hey, I think we should go to a doctor anyway or something,” Dom said frowning, following Elijah into his bedroom. “Here, take off your shirt and let me look at it.”
“No- I know I’m fine, alright? Just let it go. It’s no big deal,” Elijah answered, turning to face Dom. “Look, it’s not the first time you’ve done something stupid. Just forget about it.” He turned back toward the room and began to gather his things.
Noticing the bite in Elijah’s words, Dom stopped and looked at the shadow in the corner, flitting to and fro hurriedly searching for and packing clothes. “Um, Lij, is something wrong? Wait, where are you going?” Knowing how Elijah could be sometimes, Dom stayed where he was by the door, blocking the exit. He smelled of alcohol. The silence was killing him; bit by bit the party from last night was materializing in his mind, and he wanted to stop that at all costs. He fucked up bad this time, and he was trying to get out of it.
It took Elijah a second to answer Dom’s demands. The words were soft and caring, rolling through the air in his perfect foreign accent. He wanted more than anything to stop, turn to Dom, and confess everything he had been feeling for him over the past three months or so. He knew that leaving for a different hotel for the night was going to be hell on Dom, and leaving like this would make it worse, but he was afraid of what he might say if he didn’t go. Elijah was also afraid of what he was going to do tonight, but that seemed like days away. Along with his clothes, Elijah packed away his thoughts of confession and sex and took a deep breath. He faced Dom and answered quietly, “I’m going to a different hotel. I can’t stay here right now. I just…need to think for a while.”
Part 2: All That’s Left
As Elijah came into the hall and approached the sleeping form, Dom muttered in his sleep and rolled over onto his side, drawing up his knees to his chest unconsciously. Seeing this, Elijah sighed and lost his nerve, instead settling for silently passing over him. I need to start letting him go…Something’s got to change…. He walked over to the microwave to check the time. What he saw surprised him. It’s already 6 p.m.? Holy shit. He ran another hand through his damp hair and looked around. I guess I’ll start here. He pulled out a trash bag from one of the bottom cabinets in the kitchen and started tossing everything from last night into it. I wish these could get rid of memories, too, he added to himself. After an hour, he had successfully filled three bags. I’ll leave the actual cleaning to the maids. There goes another fucking two hundred bucks. Elijah knew he’d have to dish out extra for the additional cleaning and repairing of the wall. As he stood back in the middle of the kitchen with his hands in his jean pockets, his gaze strayed back to Dom. Just as this happened, Dom’s eyes popped open and he sat up with a start, gasping as he did so. This was common for him.
“Where the fuck am I?” he asked wildly, looking around the hallway and into the kitchen. Then his eyes fell on Elijah’s feet and slowly traveled up to his face. The expression he wore was that of complete bewilderment. His eyes were sparkling, but the rest of his appearance was still filled with sleep.
Elijah couldn’t help but laugh. It started as an innocent chuckle, but grew into one big bellow of laughter, making him bend over and grab the kitchen counter to steady himself. “It’s Saturday at 7 at night and you’re in our hotel suite in New York you dumbass!” Despite his secret personal endearment for the guy, Elijah sometimes had a difficult time tolerating Dom’s love of partying, and made that fact completely obvious, especially lately. Dom had taken a liking to going out and getting into fights while he was drunk or on a drug trip. Elijah began to fill the role as caretaker and guidance counselor, a role for which his emotions had been yearning for.
Blinking stupidly up at him, Dom’s blank face took on a smile of its own. He slowly stood up, steadying himself with the walls in the hall. He paused and took a deep breath before he looked at Elijah again. “Holy shit! What a night, huh?” He rumpled his hair and came toward Elijah, who’s breathing automatically quickened. “God, I’m so fucking thirsty.” His hand came down on Elijah’s left shoulder as he passed to the refrigerator. “God! Holy shit, careful man!” Elijah immediately stepped away from Dom, who looked at him with a puzzled look. “Whoa, what happened?” His attention was diverted from his growing dehydration to the wellness of his friend.
“I’m not surprised you don’t remember,” Elijah answered quietly. He was often hurt by Dom’s forgetful and often ignorant nature, but he tried his best not to show it. “Last night you thought it’d be grand to throw knives at me and trace my outline in them.” He pointed over to the wall where the three knives still stuck out from the previous evening’s adventure. “That second one grazed the top of my shoulder. You gave me a bottle of whiskey and I passed out here on the floor.” He gestured to the place he had been sleeping, as well the pool of blood.
“Holy fucking shit! Oh my God, I’m sorry man! Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital?” Dom came over to him looking extremely alarmed and put his left hand on Elijah’s right shoulder. Elijah momentarily looked at it then pulled away. Dom deserved this indifference; he gave it to Elijah all of the time. He shrugged casually. “No. I rang down for some stuff. It should be fine.”
“Hey, I think we should go to a doctor anyway or something,” Dom said frowning, following Elijah into his bedroom. “Here, take off your shirt and let me look at it.”
“No- I know I’m fine, alright? Just let it go. It’s no big deal,” Elijah answered, turning to face Dom. “Look, it’s not the first time you’ve done something stupid. Just forget about it.” He turned back toward the room and began to gather his things.
Noticing the bite in Elijah’s words, Dom stopped and looked at the shadow in the corner, flitting to and fro hurriedly searching for and packing clothes. “Um, Lij, is something wrong? Wait, where are you going?” Knowing how Elijah could be sometimes, Dom stayed where he was by the door, blocking the exit. He smelled of alcohol. The silence was killing him; bit by bit the party from last night was materializing in his mind, and he wanted to stop that at all costs. He fucked up bad this time, and he was trying to get out of it.
It took Elijah a second to answer Dom’s demands. The words were soft and caring, rolling through the air in his perfect foreign accent. He wanted more than anything to stop, turn to Dom, and confess everything he had been feeling for him over the past three months or so. He knew that leaving for a different hotel for the night was going to be hell on Dom, and leaving like this would make it worse, but he was afraid of what he might say if he didn’t go. Elijah was also afraid of what he was going to do tonight, but that seemed like days away. Along with his clothes, Elijah packed away his thoughts of confession and sex and took a deep breath. He faced Dom and answered quietly, “I’m going to a different hotel. I can’t stay here right now. I just…need to think for a while.”