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title: all the things they said
pairing: ew/dm/(bb)
disclaimer: these people exist, though not quite like this. this never happened.
comments: my first finished rps & my first post here. on reflection theres not much story, but i like it anyway. oh well.
He didn't care. Not any more. Their harsh words had been too much right then and there - overwhelming. He'd ran down the street, and slammed the door shut on his car. The noise still ringing in his ears. Take a deep breath.. He could still feel them watching him. They were always watching to him, whether they were or not. You just forget after so long. They'd all admired him for how he could block it all out - enjoy it but not get carried away - he'd had his practice. He'd go back. He'd go back when he could stand to, when it wasn't all too much. He drove back through the surpassingly quiet streets - too early. Much too early for 'Lij. It felt strange. For the past week or so he'd been filming till late - leaving in the dark and coming back in the dark, at least then he felt like he was alone. Repeat: Alone.. Alone...
Once he got back to his apartment in LA, Dom's presence made his emotions turn. The anger that had been so close to the surface - so ready to shout and yell and tear out the hair he no longer had. Faded. He'd known he'd be there. This wasn't his apartment. How ignorant everyone had been. He needed this despite them, how dare they judge him.. He wondered whether Dom even wanted him here. Dom's stare was intense, questioning - he had a way of looking right into you, without losing it and looking through you like so many people do. He didn't want him to leave, he never would.
No one would ever do anything more than joke with Dom, that's what he is - always a laugh. Their mocking laughter went straight over his head, or at least they thought so. Dom didn't care. All he cared about was 'Lijah. 'Lijah.. He seemed to be floating above them, losing the last piece of him that connected him with reality - something he'd kept so close to his heart - Dom worried that if he lost that, he'd lost him too.. What is reality anyway? "Lij?" Ten minutes of silence - broken. Elijah's eyes became a darker and focused upon Dom's face. Dom knew that he shouldn't smile - that he shouldn't try to cover this up like he had done so many times before - Elijah knew him too well. He knew. Dom watched intently as Elijah took a cigarette packet out of his pocked, fumbled with the plastic film, and searched in his record bag for his lighter. He should have learnt by now to put it somewhere he could find it, but no.
The phone rang but neither of them moved. Elijah finally found his lighter, lit his cigarette and inhaled with an almost orgasmic groan. Dom breathed in the smoke. He'd never given in to the desire to smoke - he had his own addictions. The answer phone bleeped and Elijah's performed speech shattered around the room. Elijah's acting was never that good when the words were his own. Dom and Elijah looked at each other, and Dom's only thought was whether he should go over and touch Elijah - only on the hand. The barrier would be broken then and maybe they could talk. But maybe talking wasn't necessary - maybe the touch would be enough. Again the answer phone bleeped, and was followed by an exasperated, "bastard.." and the noise of the phone being hung up on the other side. That did it. 'Lijah smiled without even realising it, yet still managed to balance his fag in his mouth. Dom laughed and looked at the cigarette. So immature.
Billy had needed to talk to them. He never phoned for no reason - it was either something important or him nagging to go out - neither of which they would normally want to pass up. 'Lijah would call the places they went to 'clubs', but Billy hated the idea that he would ever set a foot inside a 'club'. It's a bar. Billy goes to bars to drink - and he drank allot, yet for a small guy he wasn't a lightweight drinker. Dom considered that it's a good thing that Billy took up acting, at least that was he has the money to fund his drinking. Elijah wondered whether all Scotsmen drank as much as Billy. Dom shook his head.
Elijah blinked, and looked at the floor. Blue weave. Rough. Painful even. Still with his head down, he walked over to Dom, and pinched the cigarette out with his fingers - hardened skin from biting his nails makes it easier. He couldn't feel the heat. He shoved the cig' behind his ear and rested his forehead against Dom's. Dom was wearing trainers. Worn. Old. Safe. Silence again.. No - not silence. Their ears strained, having adapted to the emptiness of the apartment. They could hear the cars passing on the main street stories below them. People going home from work to their families or empty apartments. It didn't really matter what was going on out there. It didn't matter what they had to say, because it shouldn't matter to them. What difference does it make now? Dom and Elijah looked up at each other, their noses almost touching as their necks straightened. They looked into each other's eyes.. Blue. They both inhaled and they smiled - "Billy!" they said in unison. They both turned and looked at the phone.
pairing: ew/dm/(bb)
disclaimer: these people exist, though not quite like this. this never happened.
comments: my first finished rps & my first post here. on reflection theres not much story, but i like it anyway. oh well.
He didn't care. Not any more. Their harsh words had been too much right then and there - overwhelming. He'd ran down the street, and slammed the door shut on his car. The noise still ringing in his ears. Take a deep breath.. He could still feel them watching him. They were always watching to him, whether they were or not. You just forget after so long. They'd all admired him for how he could block it all out - enjoy it but not get carried away - he'd had his practice. He'd go back. He'd go back when he could stand to, when it wasn't all too much. He drove back through the surpassingly quiet streets - too early. Much too early for 'Lij. It felt strange. For the past week or so he'd been filming till late - leaving in the dark and coming back in the dark, at least then he felt like he was alone. Repeat: Alone.. Alone...
Once he got back to his apartment in LA, Dom's presence made his emotions turn. The anger that had been so close to the surface - so ready to shout and yell and tear out the hair he no longer had. Faded. He'd known he'd be there. This wasn't his apartment. How ignorant everyone had been. He needed this despite them, how dare they judge him.. He wondered whether Dom even wanted him here. Dom's stare was intense, questioning - he had a way of looking right into you, without losing it and looking through you like so many people do. He didn't want him to leave, he never would.
No one would ever do anything more than joke with Dom, that's what he is - always a laugh. Their mocking laughter went straight over his head, or at least they thought so. Dom didn't care. All he cared about was 'Lijah. 'Lijah.. He seemed to be floating above them, losing the last piece of him that connected him with reality - something he'd kept so close to his heart - Dom worried that if he lost that, he'd lost him too.. What is reality anyway? "Lij?" Ten minutes of silence - broken. Elijah's eyes became a darker and focused upon Dom's face. Dom knew that he shouldn't smile - that he shouldn't try to cover this up like he had done so many times before - Elijah knew him too well. He knew. Dom watched intently as Elijah took a cigarette packet out of his pocked, fumbled with the plastic film, and searched in his record bag for his lighter. He should have learnt by now to put it somewhere he could find it, but no.
The phone rang but neither of them moved. Elijah finally found his lighter, lit his cigarette and inhaled with an almost orgasmic groan. Dom breathed in the smoke. He'd never given in to the desire to smoke - he had his own addictions. The answer phone bleeped and Elijah's performed speech shattered around the room. Elijah's acting was never that good when the words were his own. Dom and Elijah looked at each other, and Dom's only thought was whether he should go over and touch Elijah - only on the hand. The barrier would be broken then and maybe they could talk. But maybe talking wasn't necessary - maybe the touch would be enough. Again the answer phone bleeped, and was followed by an exasperated, "bastard.." and the noise of the phone being hung up on the other side. That did it. 'Lijah smiled without even realising it, yet still managed to balance his fag in his mouth. Dom laughed and looked at the cigarette. So immature.
Billy had needed to talk to them. He never phoned for no reason - it was either something important or him nagging to go out - neither of which they would normally want to pass up. 'Lijah would call the places they went to 'clubs', but Billy hated the idea that he would ever set a foot inside a 'club'. It's a bar. Billy goes to bars to drink - and he drank allot, yet for a small guy he wasn't a lightweight drinker. Dom considered that it's a good thing that Billy took up acting, at least that was he has the money to fund his drinking. Elijah wondered whether all Scotsmen drank as much as Billy. Dom shook his head.
Elijah blinked, and looked at the floor. Blue weave. Rough. Painful even. Still with his head down, he walked over to Dom, and pinched the cigarette out with his fingers - hardened skin from biting his nails makes it easier. He couldn't feel the heat. He shoved the cig' behind his ear and rested his forehead against Dom's. Dom was wearing trainers. Worn. Old. Safe. Silence again.. No - not silence. Their ears strained, having adapted to the emptiness of the apartment. They could hear the cars passing on the main street stories below them. People going home from work to their families or empty apartments. It didn't really matter what was going on out there. It didn't matter what they had to say, because it shouldn't matter to them. What difference does it make now? Dom and Elijah looked up at each other, their noses almost touching as their necks straightened. They looked into each other's eyes.. Blue. They both inhaled and they smiled - "Billy!" they said in unison. They both turned and looked at the phone.