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Poetic Reconciliations (BB/DM)
Title: Poetic Reconciliations
Rating: G or PG, you decide.
Disclaimer: Didn't happen. Don't know them. Not making any profit.
Feedback: I'd love it.
Notes: The CLM challenge for last week was to take aline from a poem and write a story for it, so after I did that I found six poems and took a line from each then did a ficlet (each 150 in length) for each line. The story itself needs each ficlet to be a whole but the ficlets/sections each are a response to the poem line above them. It was more for me to see if I could do the word limit. 150 words per poem-line. Fluff ahead. ^_^ Any mistakes are mine, unbetaed
He seeks the stars, pale, silent as a seer
--Robert W. Service, “Unforgotten”
There were stars and sky above them, outside the night’s eye watched the hands of fate. Dom closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and focussing on the owl watching him. Silent, alone, a seeing predator. The fight had lasted less than an hour; the screaming and yelling, cursing and drawn out silences. What had been the point, he questioned.
Do you always have to be the center of attention? His mind silently said ‘ah’ as Billy’s voice reminded. Cheeky comments, jokes, sarcastic actions. To Billy he was an attention seeker. Must be in the spotlight.
Dom sighed and rolled over, turning from the eyes of his nocturnal seer.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the empty room. His eyes watered but he took a calming breath and steadied himself. He closed his eyes and saw the argument again. The slamming door he still heard vividly. “I’m sorry.”
Fill our cups with love stirred into clear nectar.
--Sappho, “To Aphrodite”
The next meeting was hard initially, coffee and stone silences. Hurt from both men. Billy sat in his black shirt and brown jacket, one hand hidden below the table. Dom watched him sip the coffee and felt the rush of sadness.
“I’m sorry, Bills,” he began hesitantly. Truth be told he had jumped when Billy had called, without thoughts of what he would say.
“No,” Billy sighed and filled Dom’s mug with coffee then added the cream and sugar without question. Dom smiled and touched his foot against Billy’s, receiving a small smile back. “A bad night, Dom. I think I had a bad night. I’m sorry.”
Dom nodded and took a sip of coffee, the bittersweet taste tickling his senses, “So you’re coming back?” It wasn’t a plea but a question. Could they go back?
“I wish I hadn’t left,” Billy said quietly moving his foot slightly.
“Me too.”
There, watching high the least alarms, the rogue rude fortress gleams afar.
--Robert Burns, “Address to Edinburgh”
New Zealand was similar to Scotland Billy thought as he and Dom walked the way back to Dom’s apartment in silence. Between the rows of houses he could see green fields and misted hills, he wanted to close his eyes and picture the Highlands. Lush land, quiet people. He could easily picture villages living on these hills and as time went by he saw the people moving to this area.
They continued to walk in silence until Billy pulled Dom into an alleyway and silenced his question by placing a finger to Dom’s mouth and led him down the alley.
“I love this place, Dom, just this place. It reminds me of home,” Billy said when they were standing on the top of the first hill, before Dom could speak he added, “I really am sorry.”
Dom slipped his hand into Billy’s and replied slowly, “I know. I understand, Bills.”
When two close kindred meet what better than call a dance?
--William Butler Yeats, “The Cat and The Moon”
New Zealand showed Billy Scotland, Dom showed him home.
Within moments of closing the door Dom’s arms encircled Billy, pulling him close and capturing his mouth with fire kisses. Reassurance and love pushed Dom, he needed this touch. Wanted it.
They walked down the hallway, dancing to the bedroom in movements led by pulsing beat. Dom’s heat. Billy’s sigh. Dom’s kiss. Billy’s touch. Slow movements and gasping breaths, yesterday’s words forbidden to enter thought. They sighed in ecstasy and climax, Billy resting his head on Dom’s sweat-kissed shoulder. He raised a hand and lay it over Dom’s heart, the rapid beats in step with his own. Dom shifted so they lay side by side, I love you, he wanted to say. His eyes already speaking the words.
“Don’t leave,” he whispered instead, running a hand over Billy’s naked back.
He felt Billy smile against his chest, “I couldn’t,” he replied.
Weary of myself and sick of asking what I am, and I ought to be.
--Matthew Arnold, “Self-Dependence”
Dom sat in the kitchen, memories and pains overpowering him. He looked up as Billy stopped in the doorway, rumpled from sex and sleep.
“We need to talk,” Dom spoke as he stood to get another mug. Billy nodded and sat at the table, hands linked, waiting. “What is this?”
“What do you mean?” There was shock and a slight whisper of pain.
“What are we? What is this ‘us’?” Dom shook his head as he put the mug down on the table. Billy was silent as he stared into the cup. “I need to know.”
“We are us,” Billy replied, “We’re best friends and lovers.”
Dom looked over at the last word, “Are we lovers?”
Billy stood and moved to stand in front of Dom taking his hands, “I’d like to think so.”
Dom relaxed the moment they touched, “I love you, Billy,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.”
You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
--Sappho, “You May Forget But…”
Parties and nights out, memories and good times. Dom leaned back into Billy’s hold as the music carried on pulling them into the movement.
“Do you think we’ll remember this?” Billy asked over the din of the music.
“I think someone will remember this, remember us,” Dom replied turning to face his lover, hands moving to hold onto his waist, “I know we will remember this.”
Billy grinned and rolled his eyes upwards, “You’re an sap sometimes, Dom.”
“Yes,” Dom grinned back as he tightened his grip, “But an sap you adore.”
“Lust.”
“Love.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
At night Dom lay in bed feeling Billy’s heat warming his side. He opened his eyes and faced the owl from before; watching. A reminder of that night, of that pain, of what he would do to keep this. His hand met the one draped across his body and he smiled.
“I love you.”
Rating: G or PG, you decide.
Disclaimer: Didn't happen. Don't know them. Not making any profit.
Feedback: I'd love it.
Notes: The CLM challenge for last week was to take aline from a poem and write a story for it, so after I did that I found six poems and took a line from each then did a ficlet (each 150 in length) for each line. The story itself needs each ficlet to be a whole but the ficlets/sections each are a response to the poem line above them. It was more for me to see if I could do the word limit. 150 words per poem-line. Fluff ahead. ^_^ Any mistakes are mine, unbetaed
He seeks the stars, pale, silent as a seer
--Robert W. Service, “Unforgotten”
There were stars and sky above them, outside the night’s eye watched the hands of fate. Dom closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and focussing on the owl watching him. Silent, alone, a seeing predator. The fight had lasted less than an hour; the screaming and yelling, cursing and drawn out silences. What had been the point, he questioned.
Do you always have to be the center of attention? His mind silently said ‘ah’ as Billy’s voice reminded. Cheeky comments, jokes, sarcastic actions. To Billy he was an attention seeker. Must be in the spotlight.
Dom sighed and rolled over, turning from the eyes of his nocturnal seer.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the empty room. His eyes watered but he took a calming breath and steadied himself. He closed his eyes and saw the argument again. The slamming door he still heard vividly. “I’m sorry.”
Fill our cups with love stirred into clear nectar.
--Sappho, “To Aphrodite”
The next meeting was hard initially, coffee and stone silences. Hurt from both men. Billy sat in his black shirt and brown jacket, one hand hidden below the table. Dom watched him sip the coffee and felt the rush of sadness.
“I’m sorry, Bills,” he began hesitantly. Truth be told he had jumped when Billy had called, without thoughts of what he would say.
“No,” Billy sighed and filled Dom’s mug with coffee then added the cream and sugar without question. Dom smiled and touched his foot against Billy’s, receiving a small smile back. “A bad night, Dom. I think I had a bad night. I’m sorry.”
Dom nodded and took a sip of coffee, the bittersweet taste tickling his senses, “So you’re coming back?” It wasn’t a plea but a question. Could they go back?
“I wish I hadn’t left,” Billy said quietly moving his foot slightly.
“Me too.”
There, watching high the least alarms, the rogue rude fortress gleams afar.
--Robert Burns, “Address to Edinburgh”
New Zealand was similar to Scotland Billy thought as he and Dom walked the way back to Dom’s apartment in silence. Between the rows of houses he could see green fields and misted hills, he wanted to close his eyes and picture the Highlands. Lush land, quiet people. He could easily picture villages living on these hills and as time went by he saw the people moving to this area.
They continued to walk in silence until Billy pulled Dom into an alleyway and silenced his question by placing a finger to Dom’s mouth and led him down the alley.
“I love this place, Dom, just this place. It reminds me of home,” Billy said when they were standing on the top of the first hill, before Dom could speak he added, “I really am sorry.”
Dom slipped his hand into Billy’s and replied slowly, “I know. I understand, Bills.”
When two close kindred meet what better than call a dance?
--William Butler Yeats, “The Cat and The Moon”
New Zealand showed Billy Scotland, Dom showed him home.
Within moments of closing the door Dom’s arms encircled Billy, pulling him close and capturing his mouth with fire kisses. Reassurance and love pushed Dom, he needed this touch. Wanted it.
They walked down the hallway, dancing to the bedroom in movements led by pulsing beat. Dom’s heat. Billy’s sigh. Dom’s kiss. Billy’s touch. Slow movements and gasping breaths, yesterday’s words forbidden to enter thought. They sighed in ecstasy and climax, Billy resting his head on Dom’s sweat-kissed shoulder. He raised a hand and lay it over Dom’s heart, the rapid beats in step with his own. Dom shifted so they lay side by side, I love you, he wanted to say. His eyes already speaking the words.
“Don’t leave,” he whispered instead, running a hand over Billy’s naked back.
He felt Billy smile against his chest, “I couldn’t,” he replied.
Weary of myself and sick of asking what I am, and I ought to be.
--Matthew Arnold, “Self-Dependence”
Dom sat in the kitchen, memories and pains overpowering him. He looked up as Billy stopped in the doorway, rumpled from sex and sleep.
“We need to talk,” Dom spoke as he stood to get another mug. Billy nodded and sat at the table, hands linked, waiting. “What is this?”
“What do you mean?” There was shock and a slight whisper of pain.
“What are we? What is this ‘us’?” Dom shook his head as he put the mug down on the table. Billy was silent as he stared into the cup. “I need to know.”
“We are us,” Billy replied, “We’re best friends and lovers.”
Dom looked over at the last word, “Are we lovers?”
Billy stood and moved to stand in front of Dom taking his hands, “I’d like to think so.”
Dom relaxed the moment they touched, “I love you, Billy,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.”
You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
--Sappho, “You May Forget But…”
Parties and nights out, memories and good times. Dom leaned back into Billy’s hold as the music carried on pulling them into the movement.
“Do you think we’ll remember this?” Billy asked over the din of the music.
“I think someone will remember this, remember us,” Dom replied turning to face his lover, hands moving to hold onto his waist, “I know we will remember this.”
Billy grinned and rolled his eyes upwards, “You’re an sap sometimes, Dom.”
“Yes,” Dom grinned back as he tightened his grip, “But an sap you adore.”
“Lust.”
“Love.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
At night Dom lay in bed feeling Billy’s heat warming his side. He opened his eyes and faced the owl from before; watching. A reminder of that night, of that pain, of what he would do to keep this. His hand met the one draped across his body and he smiled.
“I love you.”
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New Zealand showed Billy Scotland, Dom showed him home.
“We are us,” Billy replied
*is left almost speechless and for dead*
Honey, you just broke my heart with this. Could be just the mood I'm in, but I doubt it. I'm stunned by the love in these words. If this is fluff, I can deal with fluff. Want. More. *FedEx's more chocolate and apples*
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*takes chocolate and apples*
*faints again*
Thank you so much. :X
:))
<-- speechless about your comment
:))
:| I think its the apples /:)
Awww
Best image I've read in a while: The next meeting was hard initially, coffee and stone silences. Hurt from both men. Billy sat in his black shirt and brown jacket, one hand hidden below the table.
Just beautiful.
Re: Awww
THANK YOU!!!
*dies*
:X
I kept thinking it was odd since I didn't say what Dom was wearing :)) but I ran out of word space, LOL.
Thank you, deary :X
Re: Awww
*G*
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This was quite possibly the WORST piece of writing I've ever read.
I can't believe you actually wasted precious LJ space with this shit.
I just. My god. And my wasted time too, on this!! *flails arms*
I sure as hell hope writing is not your passion or career because you seem to be unable to grasp what it's all about.
Please don't ever post in this community again.
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<.<
ouch
... note: never post again
... ... worse note: find a beta who isn't biased against self.
... ... ... worser note: ouch
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<.<
AHAHAHAHAHA
I'm just kidding baby-love. *hugs you oh so tightly* I'm so proud of you. YOu're writing is poetry, and your meaning makes me just...god. I love you so very much.
Brilliant as always
You know what I feel. *hugs*
Thanks for posting this!!
*snuggles*
♥ always,
ME \:D/ @ self
PS: If you dare find another beta, I'll personally go and chase then away. :|
<--the ONLY beta for the pussy :-L!!!!!!!!!! well, aside from cher....but yah. LOL :> @ beta'age
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>:) Maybe Dom can beta for me. ANd by BETA and mean "bring ecstasy to apussy". :D and by ecstasy and mean >.> can I curse in my own thread? LOL >:) go NC17 >:)!!!!!!
:| @ way comment has gone. -.-;;
Thank you, darling!
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*CURSES LOUDLY*
LOLOL
:|
God she was a whorish bitch, hai?
*FUCKS RYAN*
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<.<
People are entitled to their own views :-S
I had expected more from HER ... but :-S yeah :((!!!!!!
*whispers* Seriuosly ... >.> there are probably people saying the same thing :|
*runs to Dom's crotch for comfort*
:D @ comfort places
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*ravages ryan's crotch*
*shows up pussy and Dom's crotch*
>:)
\:D/ @ jailbait
\:D/ @ comfort places
LOL
:| We're sick sick women.
~~~
as for slutty above, dude, one can have expectations of sluts? Especially high ones? Pffffbt!!! whatever!!!
:))!!!
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*pulls Billy over*
:D
\:D/ @ party at Dom's crotch
And >.> maybe :-S
o.O wouldn't ravaging someone's crotch hurt? :-S Seriously man ... that could get painful ... and not in the good way :-S
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*RAVAGES ANYWAY*!!!!!!
:-L
and a party at dom's crotch WOULDN"T hurt our poor Dommeh??????????
*flails*
*stroms off*
*comes back*
*takes ryan*
*runs off again*
X(X(X(!!!!!!!
:P!!!
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ouch?
:((!!!!!!!!!!!
*places self, dom, billy, dom's crotch in protective bubble*
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♥
*bubble bumps you*
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*bubble!bumps you back*
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Oh dude that one killed me :))
Christ! Dude that is so fucken funny!
:x@you
:>@derek dom
Dude it's not getting old for me yet :))
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Dude ... he IS Derek. :)) It isn't getting old for me either.
And :)) I was amused by my Beta. :)) :D
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