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fellowshippers2003-08-11 03:10 am
nekoshininigami.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-08-11 03:10 am
Another early morning fic
Title: What Goes On
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nekoshininigami
Pairing: DM/EW
Rating: PG
Summary: Dominic really needs to stop thinking.
It is, Dom supposes, quite impossible to avoid Elijah’s eyes. They’re lazing about on a Saturday afternoon, watching some sporting event on the telly, and Dom is watching Elijah’s eyes. They’re so big, so blue, so…everything and Dom can’t fully describe them. They’re always right fucking there, looking at you, looking in you, reading you like a fucking novel. Dom is entranced by them, mystified, absorbed by them. Suddenly, Elijah turns his head and there they are, staring into his god damned soul. Dom jumps, then pretends that he didn’t by settling down into the couch.
“You’re not watching the game,” Elijah points out.
Of course I’m not watching the game, Dom resists retorting. Why would I be interested in some bloody basketball game when I can look at your eyes? He doesn’t say this, because he knows it would sound odd. Not that Elijah’s not used to hearing odd things come out of his mouth, but Dom thinks that this would push the limits. He shrugs, scoots a little closer, and goes back to watching the game. As soon as he’s sure Elijah has too, he turns back to look at the younger man’s face.
Elijah has cherub lips—perfect and full. As soon as the thought is out, Dom asks himself where the hell he came up with cherub lips. He thinks maybe he’s getting soppy and sentimental. He’s pretty sure this could be cured by some booze, but he’s too lazy to get up and find some. So, he sprawls against the couch cushions and looks at Elijah’s face. Studying his profile, Dom is able to admire the strong, angled jawbone. He wonders why he’s paying detailed attention to his friend’s face, and isn’t quite able to come up with a rational answer.
And then, Elijah’s looking at him again, an expression of adorable confusion all over his features.
“Why do you keep looking at me?” he asked, utterly puzzled. Dom scooches closer and leans in, drawn into those big, blue eyes. Elijah squeaks and tries to scoot backward, but there’s nowhere to go.
“There’s something about your eyes,” is all Dom can come up with, and he could just fucking kick himself.
“I get that a lot,” says Elijah uneasily as Dom inches closer.
“I know,” Dom replies. Their noses are inches apart and Dom’s brain is racing along at 860 bazillion kilometers per hour, and all he wants is for it to just stop. He’s annoyed because thinking about his train of thought immediately makes him think about the train scenes in old Westerns. He wonders if Elijah were in a Western, would he be the good guy or the bad guy? He ultimately comes to the conclusion that Elijah would have to be the good guy, because he cannot see this angelic face on a villain. Shut up brain, shut up! he screams inwardly. He decides that he should get a diary, so that he can write down all of these completely inane thoughts. That way, they won’t interrupt him at crucial moments such as these…
“Dom?” Elijah’s voice is soft, but it scares the bejeezus out of Dom. It is at this moment that Dominic realizes he is being a total ponce. He ignores his mind and leans in the rest of the way so he can snog his cast-mate—flat-mate—best mate silly.
Sometimes, it’s good not to think at all.
//Fin
Notes: Ahaha...I don't know how to explain this one. I just like trying to write Dom's inner voice.
Author:
nekoshininigamiPairing: DM/EW
Rating: PG
Summary: Dominic really needs to stop thinking.
It is, Dom supposes, quite impossible to avoid Elijah’s eyes. They’re lazing about on a Saturday afternoon, watching some sporting event on the telly, and Dom is watching Elijah’s eyes. They’re so big, so blue, so…everything and Dom can’t fully describe them. They’re always right fucking there, looking at you, looking in you, reading you like a fucking novel. Dom is entranced by them, mystified, absorbed by them. Suddenly, Elijah turns his head and there they are, staring into his god damned soul. Dom jumps, then pretends that he didn’t by settling down into the couch.
“You’re not watching the game,” Elijah points out.
Of course I’m not watching the game, Dom resists retorting. Why would I be interested in some bloody basketball game when I can look at your eyes? He doesn’t say this, because he knows it would sound odd. Not that Elijah’s not used to hearing odd things come out of his mouth, but Dom thinks that this would push the limits. He shrugs, scoots a little closer, and goes back to watching the game. As soon as he’s sure Elijah has too, he turns back to look at the younger man’s face.
Elijah has cherub lips—perfect and full. As soon as the thought is out, Dom asks himself where the hell he came up with cherub lips. He thinks maybe he’s getting soppy and sentimental. He’s pretty sure this could be cured by some booze, but he’s too lazy to get up and find some. So, he sprawls against the couch cushions and looks at Elijah’s face. Studying his profile, Dom is able to admire the strong, angled jawbone. He wonders why he’s paying detailed attention to his friend’s face, and isn’t quite able to come up with a rational answer.
And then, Elijah’s looking at him again, an expression of adorable confusion all over his features.
“Why do you keep looking at me?” he asked, utterly puzzled. Dom scooches closer and leans in, drawn into those big, blue eyes. Elijah squeaks and tries to scoot backward, but there’s nowhere to go.
“There’s something about your eyes,” is all Dom can come up with, and he could just fucking kick himself.
“I get that a lot,” says Elijah uneasily as Dom inches closer.
“I know,” Dom replies. Their noses are inches apart and Dom’s brain is racing along at 860 bazillion kilometers per hour, and all he wants is for it to just stop. He’s annoyed because thinking about his train of thought immediately makes him think about the train scenes in old Westerns. He wonders if Elijah were in a Western, would he be the good guy or the bad guy? He ultimately comes to the conclusion that Elijah would have to be the good guy, because he cannot see this angelic face on a villain. Shut up brain, shut up! he screams inwardly. He decides that he should get a diary, so that he can write down all of these completely inane thoughts. That way, they won’t interrupt him at crucial moments such as these…
“Dom?” Elijah’s voice is soft, but it scares the bejeezus out of Dom. It is at this moment that Dominic realizes he is being a total ponce. He ignores his mind and leans in the rest of the way so he can snog his cast-mate—flat-mate—best mate silly.
Sometimes, it’s good not to think at all.
//Fin
Notes: Ahaha...I don't know how to explain this one. I just like trying to write Dom's inner voice.