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Why?, 1/1
Title: Why? (1/1)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mjjgoddess
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: DomLijah (well, sort of)
Beta:aire_blair. *gives a stranded heroin strung out faded rock star pressie*
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotrpschallenge number 24.
Feedback: Feeds my killer ego. ;)
Disclaimer: If I could make money off this, I'd be at their respective houses with a camera in five minutes. But sadly, I don't, so I won't.
"Look, Elijah - " Dom whirled around, his open coat flapping softly in the breeze. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you this."
"Dom, I just - "
"Shh. Look, I KNOW what you're going to say, and as much as you won't want to hear it, I don't like you. I'm sorry, I wish it could be different, but..." he trailed off, looking at the ground for a minute, then back at Elijah. "I can't do this, Doodle." He turned and started to walk away, knowing full well what was going to happen.
"Wait!"
I expected this, he thought numbly, turning around. "What?"
What he didn't expect was Elijah running up and crashing his lips against Dom's, teeth scraping painfully against one another as he scrabbled, hands suddenly everywhere on him as he still felt himself backing away, wanting to be anywhere but here...
And justlikethat, he was off. Dom gasped, panting as if he had run a fucking 5-K race, glaring with all his might towards the smaller, frail figure.
"What the fuck was that for?!"
Elijah's eyes filled with tears, and his chin unknowningly quivered, unable to hold back a choked sob in his voice. "I...just...wanted to show you..."
"Save it," Dom snapped, sounding the exact opposite of what he wanted to. "I don't want to fucking hear it. You just stay the fuck away from me from now on, you hear?"
He spun and walked the rest of the way to his car, getting in, starting the engine, pounding on the steering wheel for whatever reason. It wasn't until he was halfway home that he realized he was sobbing.
Author:
mjjgoddessRating: PG-13
Pairing: DomLijah (well, sort of)
Beta:
aire_blair. *gives a stranded heroin strung out faded rock star pressie*Notes: Written for
lotrpschallenge number 24.Feedback: Feeds my killer ego. ;)
Disclaimer: If I could make money off this, I'd be at their respective houses with a camera in five minutes. But sadly, I don't, so I won't.
"Look, Elijah - " Dom whirled around, his open coat flapping softly in the breeze. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you this."
"Dom, I just - "
"Shh. Look, I KNOW what you're going to say, and as much as you won't want to hear it, I don't like you. I'm sorry, I wish it could be different, but..." he trailed off, looking at the ground for a minute, then back at Elijah. "I can't do this, Doodle." He turned and started to walk away, knowing full well what was going to happen.
"Wait!"
I expected this, he thought numbly, turning around. "What?"
What he didn't expect was Elijah running up and crashing his lips against Dom's, teeth scraping painfully against one another as he scrabbled, hands suddenly everywhere on him as he still felt himself backing away, wanting to be anywhere but here...
And justlikethat, he was off. Dom gasped, panting as if he had run a fucking 5-K race, glaring with all his might towards the smaller, frail figure.
"What the fuck was that for?!"
Elijah's eyes filled with tears, and his chin unknowningly quivered, unable to hold back a choked sob in his voice. "I...just...wanted to show you..."
"Save it," Dom snapped, sounding the exact opposite of what he wanted to. "I don't want to fucking hear it. You just stay the fuck away from me from now on, you hear?"
He spun and walked the rest of the way to his car, getting in, starting the engine, pounding on the steering wheel for whatever reason. It wasn't until he was halfway home that he realized he was sobbing.