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Title: Beautiful Dignity
Author: Linda (truntelinda@hotmail.com)
Author web site: http://sprocksie.dreambastion.com/
Pairing: no pairing
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: i guess if you´re really squeemish about bruises and stuff
Disclaimers: this is fiction, don´t know them, didn´t happen
Summary: it´s just a little bit on the mysterious Dommeh
Notes: inspired by the infamous bruised-hand-picture of Dom. lyrics from 4st 7lb by Manic Street Preachers
Dedication: i should´ve written this for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
femalephenom like aaaages ago, but it didn´t click till today. sorry, sweets, but better late than never, right? *hides*
...an epilogue of youth,
such beautiful dignity in
self-abuse...
~~~
~~~
Dominic smiles to himself when Billy tries to sneak a subtle glance over his beer at Dom´s hand. Then Billy looks away for a second, but then he looks back again, can´t not, full out staring now. He wants to ask, Dom knows he wants to ask, but he doesn´t. Dom moves his hand a little, stretches his fingers out slowly and then pulls it back and yanks at his sleeve to hide it... he teases. He knows Billy doesn´t think of it like that, at least not at all in the same way, but if someone had done it to Dom, showed off a bruise or a scar only briefly like that...
It´s really nothing bad. People would probably freak out if they knew about it, but Dominic doesn´t really see what the fuss is about. He sees it as a sort of art. A decoration. It´s like temporary tattoos to express your mind without words... and sometimes, when it´s cold out and your friends aren´t there and you hurt in that strange way you don´t really want to deal with, it´s just easier to fade everything to black and blue, grab whatever´s closest to you and bang your knuckles against it until they´re red and so swollen that you can barely move them. Take comfort in knowing it´ll be a dramatically beautiful shade of purplish blue in the morning because you made it that way. There´s something about physical pain and the way you can always tell afterwards that it´s been there, and more importantly why it´s been there, that intrigues Dominic. Sure it´s destructive in a way, but then... isn´t everything?
Dom has only ever cut himself once. It wasn´t really for him, that whole taking out a knife and slashing at your own arm-thing, it had felt absurd - ridiculously destructive when that wasn´t even remotely in his head. Not to mention the mess he´d made. He chalks that up to inexperience, though, but still...it just didn´t come naturally to him - he didn´t feel it.
And then he´s not really big on having to deal with all the shit that comes with it, finding something to cut with, having to clean up after himself, explaining the scars to people - scars are a whole lot more difficult to explain than bruises. It´s a hassle? Yeah, a hassle, Dom thinks and knocks his elbow full force into the edge of the table. He cringes and takes a look, then does it again.
He absolutely loves the scar he got, though, cherishes it almost, because it´s the only one he has of its kind. He thinks it´s beautiful. And he knows why it´s there.
~end~
Author: Linda (truntelinda@hotmail.com)
Author web site: http://sprocksie.dreambastion.com/
Pairing: no pairing
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: i guess if you´re really squeemish about bruises and stuff
Disclaimers: this is fiction, don´t know them, didn´t happen
Summary: it´s just a little bit on the mysterious Dommeh
Notes: inspired by the infamous bruised-hand-picture of Dom. lyrics from 4st 7lb by Manic Street Preachers
Dedication: i should´ve written this for
femalephenom like aaaages ago, but it didn´t click till today. sorry, sweets, but better late than never, right? *hides*...an epilogue of youth,
such beautiful dignity in
self-abuse...
~~~
~~~
Dominic smiles to himself when Billy tries to sneak a subtle glance over his beer at Dom´s hand. Then Billy looks away for a second, but then he looks back again, can´t not, full out staring now. He wants to ask, Dom knows he wants to ask, but he doesn´t. Dom moves his hand a little, stretches his fingers out slowly and then pulls it back and yanks at his sleeve to hide it... he teases. He knows Billy doesn´t think of it like that, at least not at all in the same way, but if someone had done it to Dom, showed off a bruise or a scar only briefly like that...
It´s really nothing bad. People would probably freak out if they knew about it, but Dominic doesn´t really see what the fuss is about. He sees it as a sort of art. A decoration. It´s like temporary tattoos to express your mind without words... and sometimes, when it´s cold out and your friends aren´t there and you hurt in that strange way you don´t really want to deal with, it´s just easier to fade everything to black and blue, grab whatever´s closest to you and bang your knuckles against it until they´re red and so swollen that you can barely move them. Take comfort in knowing it´ll be a dramatically beautiful shade of purplish blue in the morning because you made it that way. There´s something about physical pain and the way you can always tell afterwards that it´s been there, and more importantly why it´s been there, that intrigues Dominic. Sure it´s destructive in a way, but then... isn´t everything?
Dom has only ever cut himself once. It wasn´t really for him, that whole taking out a knife and slashing at your own arm-thing, it had felt absurd - ridiculously destructive when that wasn´t even remotely in his head. Not to mention the mess he´d made. He chalks that up to inexperience, though, but still...it just didn´t come naturally to him - he didn´t feel it.
And then he´s not really big on having to deal with all the shit that comes with it, finding something to cut with, having to clean up after himself, explaining the scars to people - scars are a whole lot more difficult to explain than bruises. It´s a hassle? Yeah, a hassle, Dom thinks and knocks his elbow full force into the edge of the table. He cringes and takes a look, then does it again.
He absolutely loves the scar he got, though, cherishes it almost, because it´s the only one he has of its kind. He thinks it´s beautiful. And he knows why it´s there.
~end~