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buggerthis22.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2005-05-29 09:19 am
Domlijah
Okay... so here's some semi-clean Domlijah drabble and a ficlet for you... enjoy! ^^
Utopia
They call it Utopia.
No Place.
That's the only way to describe their relationship.
It doesn't fit where it should. It doesn't belong when it should. And it doesn't make any sense.
They call it Utopia, the time they spend together, laying in the post-orgasm haze.
Perhaps it's all about the way they've been forced to bond.
It doesn't make sense, but it's their paradise.
Without words, they stay together.
They steal chaste kisses in clubs before heading home to make love.
They call it Utopia.
No place.
It has no place in their lives, but they keep doing it.
It's a rush, the whorlwind of emotions. They don't care if it doesn't fit. They don't care if it's doomed to fail. They just want to live in the moment. And they do.
They call it Utopia.
No place.
You're Still Here
"Dammit, Elijah!" Dominic screams as the vase shatters and an uneasy silence fills the room. "That was an Indain vase that B.K. gave to me! Can't you be careful?! Dammit, you're alway breaking things!"
"I'm sorry," Elijah's voice is meek and hurt. "I didn't mean to."
"You NEVER mean to! You said that when you broke the Spanish tile or the crystal wine glasses. You NEVER mean to!" Dom fetches a broom and starts sweeping up the mess.
"Dom...?" Elijah questions after a while. "Do you forgive me?" He's sitting on the counter top as Dom sweeps up the glass.
"You know I can't stay mad," Dom sighs and dumps the vase into the trashcan.
"Yay!" Elijah hops down off the counter and knocks over a sea-glass sculpture which tumbles to the floor and becomes a million tiny pieces.
Dom clenches his eyes shut at the resounding sound.
"Oops."
"I'm going out," Dom shakes his head, not bothering to open his eyes. "Clean this up," He thrusts the broom and dustpan into Elijah's hands and walks out. "And try not to break anything else!" He calls; the front door slams behind him.
*
Elijah is completely trashed. And Dom is fucking sick of it.
He hates drinking.
Loathes it since the night the Hobbits were in a car accident and almost died because lightweight Orli had been drunk and driving.
But here Elijah is, completely disregarding Dom's feelings and drinking himself to a stuper.
"Muffins!" Elijah suddenly screams in Dom's face; his nose wrinkled, and his breath smelling of the foul liquid he'd been consuming for two hours straight.
Dom doesn't say anything; he simply gets up and walks out of the club.
Elijah follows.
"Dommie!" He slurs, calling out into the night. A light rain starts to fall.
"Go away, Elijah," Dom growls. "I don't need this right now."
"You're mad," Elijah mumbles.
"Ya think?" Dom rolls his eyes, back to Elijah.
"Don't be mad. I know you don't like drinkin' but I didn't mean to let it get so out of hand."
"You never mean to."
"Dommie, are you going to leave again?"
"What?"
"Like that one time... when I broke something, I think it was the bust Viggo gave you, and you left me for a whole two months. I hate it when you leave. I get so afraid."
"Elijah, let's just take you home," Dom sighs.
*
"What's wrong?" Elijah walks over to the couch where Dom collapsed.
"My mom..." Dom sobs.
"What happened?" Elijah kneels down to try and look at Dom, but Dom's face is burried in a throw pillow.
"She's dead," He manages. The sobs come uncontrolably now.
"Dom. Dommie, baby," Elijah rubs Dom's back. "Hey," Lij's voice perks up, "we still have each other."
"I hate you!" Dom sits up and suddenly screams.
When he storms off, Elijah expects him to go to their bedroom and start packing.
But he doesn't.
And Elijah doesn't get it.
What makes you stay
When your world falls apart
What makes you try one more time
When it's not in your heart
"Why are you still here?" Elijah asks.
"What?" Dom looks up from his untouched food.
"I'm an insensitvie asshole, but you're still here. I don't understand. You could do better than me. Why are you still here?"
"Lij, you fuck up. I fuck up. We all do. I'm not going to leave you because you're not perfect. I still love you."
But Elijah still doesn't get it.
*
Elijah hears him almost every night. The tears and the sobs coming from the guest bedroom where he sleeps when he needs some alone time. He knows that Dom hurts deeply. He wants to help. But he knows he'll probably just break his boyfriend like he breaks everything else.
He's helpless.
So they live this way. Elijah constantly getting wasted, constantly breaking things. Dom trailing behind to clean up the mess.
Elijah doesn't deserve Dom. Yet Dom stays.
Elijah will never get it.
At the end of your rope
When you can't find any hope
You still look at me and say
'I just can't walk away'
Tell me what makes you stay
End
Utopia
They call it Utopia.
No Place.
That's the only way to describe their relationship.
It doesn't fit where it should. It doesn't belong when it should. And it doesn't make any sense.
They call it Utopia, the time they spend together, laying in the post-orgasm haze.
Perhaps it's all about the way they've been forced to bond.
It doesn't make sense, but it's their paradise.
Without words, they stay together.
They steal chaste kisses in clubs before heading home to make love.
They call it Utopia.
No place.
It has no place in their lives, but they keep doing it.
It's a rush, the whorlwind of emotions. They don't care if it doesn't fit. They don't care if it's doomed to fail. They just want to live in the moment. And they do.
They call it Utopia.
No place.
You're Still Here
"Dammit, Elijah!" Dominic screams as the vase shatters and an uneasy silence fills the room. "That was an Indain vase that B.K. gave to me! Can't you be careful?! Dammit, you're alway breaking things!"
"I'm sorry," Elijah's voice is meek and hurt. "I didn't mean to."
"You NEVER mean to! You said that when you broke the Spanish tile or the crystal wine glasses. You NEVER mean to!" Dom fetches a broom and starts sweeping up the mess.
"Dom...?" Elijah questions after a while. "Do you forgive me?" He's sitting on the counter top as Dom sweeps up the glass.
"You know I can't stay mad," Dom sighs and dumps the vase into the trashcan.
"Yay!" Elijah hops down off the counter and knocks over a sea-glass sculpture which tumbles to the floor and becomes a million tiny pieces.
Dom clenches his eyes shut at the resounding sound.
"Oops."
"I'm going out," Dom shakes his head, not bothering to open his eyes. "Clean this up," He thrusts the broom and dustpan into Elijah's hands and walks out. "And try not to break anything else!" He calls; the front door slams behind him.
*
Elijah is completely trashed. And Dom is fucking sick of it.
He hates drinking.
Loathes it since the night the Hobbits were in a car accident and almost died because lightweight Orli had been drunk and driving.
But here Elijah is, completely disregarding Dom's feelings and drinking himself to a stuper.
"Muffins!" Elijah suddenly screams in Dom's face; his nose wrinkled, and his breath smelling of the foul liquid he'd been consuming for two hours straight.
Dom doesn't say anything; he simply gets up and walks out of the club.
Elijah follows.
"Dommie!" He slurs, calling out into the night. A light rain starts to fall.
"Go away, Elijah," Dom growls. "I don't need this right now."
"You're mad," Elijah mumbles.
"Ya think?" Dom rolls his eyes, back to Elijah.
"Don't be mad. I know you don't like drinkin' but I didn't mean to let it get so out of hand."
"You never mean to."
"Dommie, are you going to leave again?"
"What?"
"Like that one time... when I broke something, I think it was the bust Viggo gave you, and you left me for a whole two months. I hate it when you leave. I get so afraid."
"Elijah, let's just take you home," Dom sighs.
*
"What's wrong?" Elijah walks over to the couch where Dom collapsed.
"My mom..." Dom sobs.
"What happened?" Elijah kneels down to try and look at Dom, but Dom's face is burried in a throw pillow.
"She's dead," He manages. The sobs come uncontrolably now.
"Dom. Dommie, baby," Elijah rubs Dom's back. "Hey," Lij's voice perks up, "we still have each other."
"I hate you!" Dom sits up and suddenly screams.
When he storms off, Elijah expects him to go to their bedroom and start packing.
But he doesn't.
And Elijah doesn't get it.
When your world falls apart
What makes you try one more time
When it's not in your heart
"Why are you still here?" Elijah asks.
"What?" Dom looks up from his untouched food.
"I'm an insensitvie asshole, but you're still here. I don't understand. You could do better than me. Why are you still here?"
"Lij, you fuck up. I fuck up. We all do. I'm not going to leave you because you're not perfect. I still love you."
But Elijah still doesn't get it.
*
Elijah hears him almost every night. The tears and the sobs coming from the guest bedroom where he sleeps when he needs some alone time. He knows that Dom hurts deeply. He wants to help. But he knows he'll probably just break his boyfriend like he breaks everything else.
He's helpless.
So they live this way. Elijah constantly getting wasted, constantly breaking things. Dom trailing behind to clean up the mess.
Elijah doesn't deserve Dom. Yet Dom stays.
Elijah will never get it.
When you can't find any hope
You still look at me and say
'I just can't walk away'
Tell me what makes you stay
End