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fellowshippers2003-09-02 11:34 pm
fools-hope.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-09-02 11:34 pm
Ah.. my first fic... a product of boredom
Title: Nasty Habits
Series: Sort of based on Ladsverse
Pairing: Billijah
Author: Fools_hope
Archive: Sure?
Rating: PG
Beta: None actually... this was just out of sheer boredom. but dedicated to my fave Billy
Feedback: Oh why not :P
Warning: Nope
Disclaimer: Of course they don't belong to me... I wish!
Summary: Not much of one.. it's really quite short... any summery would be as long as the fic.
He inhales a long train of smoke and, after a pause, lets it out in a thin wisp. Elijah knows Billy hates the habit, so he keeps to the side just out of sight. He has contented himself by watching the Scot as he plays some childish game with a friend's daughter.
The one thing he wants more than anything is the one thing Elijah can't give him.
The look in his eyes when Billy sees happy couples pass by with their children is indescribable. If it is possible, it's a mixture of happiness, warmth.. and underlying sadness. He'll look back to Elijah and just smile his reassuring smile, fooling the world with his sarcastic manner.
He doesn't fool Elijah.
Billy calls his name, the child perched securely on his shoulders, her little hands tangling in his hair.
Elijah butts out his cigarette and steps forth from behind the brick wall, plastering a practiced smile on his lips, praying against hope that the game will last another day.
Series: Sort of based on Ladsverse
Pairing: Billijah
Author: Fools_hope
Archive: Sure?
Rating: PG
Beta: None actually... this was just out of sheer boredom. but dedicated to my fave Billy
Feedback: Oh why not :P
Warning: Nope
Disclaimer: Of course they don't belong to me... I wish!
Summary: Not much of one.. it's really quite short... any summery would be as long as the fic.
He inhales a long train of smoke and, after a pause, lets it out in a thin wisp. Elijah knows Billy hates the habit, so he keeps to the side just out of sight. He has contented himself by watching the Scot as he plays some childish game with a friend's daughter.
The one thing he wants more than anything is the one thing Elijah can't give him.
The look in his eyes when Billy sees happy couples pass by with their children is indescribable. If it is possible, it's a mixture of happiness, warmth.. and underlying sadness. He'll look back to Elijah and just smile his reassuring smile, fooling the world with his sarcastic manner.
He doesn't fool Elijah.
Billy calls his name, the child perched securely on his shoulders, her little hands tangling in his hair.
Elijah butts out his cigarette and steps forth from behind the brick wall, plastering a practiced smile on his lips, praying against hope that the game will last another day.