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dorenavant.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2005-03-08 10:15 am
Domlijah
Title: I Always Cry at Endings
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dorenavant, as my greatestjournal Dom persona iwriteonmyhands
Pairing: dom/lij
Rating: PG
Length: not a drabble, but short.
Warnings: er, a squidge angsty.
Summary: Dom has moved to New Orleans to forget about Lij. "The first thing Dom unpacks is his journal. This is a mistake..."
Author’s note: I am writing Dom in an RPG on gj...if anyone is interested in joining our game, it's a multi-fandom rpg set in New Orleans. I need a Lij or a Billy (or some other hot boy) to pair up Dommie with...email me dorenavant (at) livejournal.com
Disclaimer: These things did not happen to these people, and I am receiving no monetary compensation.
Feedback: yes please! this is my very first try at writing LOTRIPS!
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domlijah, fellow_shippers
The first thing Dom unpacks is his journal. This is a mistake, because he doesn't get any further than that; instead, he stretches out on the floor and flips through it, not even needing to read every page to dredge up the emotional tornado he's kept hidden under his smile for so long now.
If a stranger were to read it carefully, they may or may not realize that the drawings and scrawlings at the beginning of the ragged book obliquely profess his undying love for Elijah; but there is a catalogue of wonder there, of appreciation for the careful way Lij pronounces certain words, the squinty way his eye gets when he smokes, the way his fingers feel around those half-moons of bitten nails, the way he'd go still when you stroked his back the way you would to calm a rabbit or some other skittish creature. A thousand small moments and gestures that were so insignificant, until they added up to, "Jaysus- I think I'm in love with my best mate."
Yes, there it is- immortalized in black sharpie, surrounded by stars that are decidedly crooked, penned in his own drunken hand, one word: Love. A revelation. The page should blast trumpet song for all the importance of that discovery, the word should leap from it and raindance on the genitals of whomever reads it.
Dom eyes it sulkily, because it just sits there looking heavy and lonesome.
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"I have just discovered that I love you, Lijah," he'd slurred into the perfect conch of the boy's ear that night.
"Love you too, Sblomie," Lij had replied, too casually for Dom's taste. Dom had grabbed his hand in drunken earnesty and reiterated his feelings, perhaps a shade too loudly and at great length, until Elijah kissed him on the cheek and put a finger to his lips to shush him. Dom was gutted for a full five seconds until he realized Lij was tugging at his arm and saying he'd rather explore Dom's new range of emotion somewhere more private.
Elijah's bedroom was huge, and yet somehow it still resembled nothing more than a year's worth of laundry generously heaped over every available surface. Dom couldn't be arsed to care what the hell he was wading through, however, because Lij was kissing him, kissing him hard and wet and their teeth were clicking together, and when they reached the bed, Lij had whispered that he loved Dom too, had loved him forever and ever, had imagined kissing and touching- and yet even in his wildest dreams had not dared to hope it would ever happen. Dom felt his heart swell with something protective and tender and huge, so huge his body felt weak with it. That was Love, that was what he'd crawled out of Elijah's bed at 5am to scrawl in his journal in the dark so he'd always remember.
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Dom turns over onto his back on the floor of his New Orleans flat and throws one arm over his eyes, which are burning with rememberance and unshed tears. He hugs the journal to his chest with the other arm, though it gives no comfort, and lets himself feel miserable for as long as he can possibly stand it.
(to see the original greatestjournal entry, complete with cute Dom moodicon & background, clicky here)
Author:
dorenavant, as my greatestjournal Dom persona iwriteonmyhandsPairing: dom/lij
Rating: PG
Length: not a drabble, but short.
Warnings: er, a squidge angsty.
Summary: Dom has moved to New Orleans to forget about Lij. "The first thing Dom unpacks is his journal. This is a mistake..."
Author’s note: I am writing Dom in an RPG on gj...if anyone is interested in joining our game, it's a multi-fandom rpg set in New Orleans. I need a Lij or a Billy (or some other hot boy) to pair up Dommie with...email me dorenavant (at) livejournal.com
Disclaimer: These things did not happen to these people, and I am receiving no monetary compensation.
Feedback: yes please! this is my very first try at writing LOTRIPS!
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domlijah, fellow_shippersThe first thing Dom unpacks is his journal. This is a mistake, because he doesn't get any further than that; instead, he stretches out on the floor and flips through it, not even needing to read every page to dredge up the emotional tornado he's kept hidden under his smile for so long now.
If a stranger were to read it carefully, they may or may not realize that the drawings and scrawlings at the beginning of the ragged book obliquely profess his undying love for Elijah; but there is a catalogue of wonder there, of appreciation for the careful way Lij pronounces certain words, the squinty way his eye gets when he smokes, the way his fingers feel around those half-moons of bitten nails, the way he'd go still when you stroked his back the way you would to calm a rabbit or some other skittish creature. A thousand small moments and gestures that were so insignificant, until they added up to, "Jaysus- I think I'm in love with my best mate."
Yes, there it is- immortalized in black sharpie, surrounded by stars that are decidedly crooked, penned in his own drunken hand, one word: Love. A revelation. The page should blast trumpet song for all the importance of that discovery, the word should leap from it and raindance on the genitals of whomever reads it.
Dom eyes it sulkily, because it just sits there looking heavy and lonesome.
****************************************************************************
"I have just discovered that I love you, Lijah," he'd slurred into the perfect conch of the boy's ear that night.
"Love you too, Sblomie," Lij had replied, too casually for Dom's taste. Dom had grabbed his hand in drunken earnesty and reiterated his feelings, perhaps a shade too loudly and at great length, until Elijah kissed him on the cheek and put a finger to his lips to shush him. Dom was gutted for a full five seconds until he realized Lij was tugging at his arm and saying he'd rather explore Dom's new range of emotion somewhere more private.
Elijah's bedroom was huge, and yet somehow it still resembled nothing more than a year's worth of laundry generously heaped over every available surface. Dom couldn't be arsed to care what the hell he was wading through, however, because Lij was kissing him, kissing him hard and wet and their teeth were clicking together, and when they reached the bed, Lij had whispered that he loved Dom too, had loved him forever and ever, had imagined kissing and touching- and yet even in his wildest dreams had not dared to hope it would ever happen. Dom felt his heart swell with something protective and tender and huge, so huge his body felt weak with it. That was Love, that was what he'd crawled out of Elijah's bed at 5am to scrawl in his journal in the dark so he'd always remember.
****************************************************************************
Dom turns over onto his back on the floor of his New Orleans flat and throws one arm over his eyes, which are burning with rememberance and unshed tears. He hugs the journal to his chest with the other arm, though it gives no comfort, and lets himself feel miserable for as long as he can possibly stand it.
(to see the original greatestjournal entry, complete with cute Dom moodicon & background, clicky here)
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When I get a second I'm goingot check out your GJ stuff!!
Once again, this was very good, painful and tender...
Yay!
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