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Flash-fic-a-thon
Well, I finally got around to posting. I'm afraid 'tis very inadequate. I feel bad.
Title: Words Like That
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: erm...PG?
Disclaimer: If this was real, it wouldn't be nearly so cheesy. Lesigh.
Notes: Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gblvr. Monaboyd fans unite!
Billy hates labels. They’ve only ever gotten him into trouble. He doesn’t understand why society feels the need to slap a title on everything. Just makes it all that much more complicated. Words like “friend”, or even “good friend” he can deal with. Words like that about a person ring their name in a very faint warmth, a warmth that is comfortable despite any possible harm it could do. He long ago stopped using words like “best friend”, like “relationship”, like “crush”, like “gay”. Words like that create glowing embers whose warmth could hurt if he got too close. Besides, the line between friend and something else is very vague, and no one really benefits from deciding which side they fall on.
It was a gray, dismal Thursday when Dom said exactly the wrong thing. Billy, wandering around restlessly, had found him curled up on the foot of someone’s bed. He was reading another of his guilty pleasure fantasy books, the ones with knights and ladies, complicated plot twists, and predictable romance. Billy ruffled his hair in greeting, peering at the book over his shoulder. Dom twisted to give him a better view, not looking up, and tossed an absent three words into the comfortable silence. It wasn’t the right time or place or circumstance for anyone to say it, but he did, and it sounded normal.
I love you.
Billy was burning. The haphazard rubble of sparking coals that persisted in surrounding Dom, despite his best efforts to dispose of them, roared into life. Sheets of flame slammed into him from every direction, knocking his breath out into the room. It tore great rents in the silence until the air itself was burning.
To his credit, he stayed long enough to read almost a paragraph about Squire Clarence before burning overcame all thought. A harsh glare flickered and blazed around Dom as if he was some sort of fire god. Billy scrambled backwards off the bed, back out the door, and began to run.
He ran without knowing where he was going. All that mattered was to get away from the hungry flames that were screaming through his mind. Thoughts tumbled through his consciousness in a chaotic whirlwind and the fragmented words were on fire too. He ran until blistering heat and red-orange flame swept in front of him, surrounding him. Tears that fell from sightless eyes hissed into steam and did nothing to quench to fire.
Sunset found him a little way off the road, by the foot of the artificial waterfall from the nearest dam. Rain had turned the tiny path into a stream. Muddy water swirled around his ankles; his shoes were safe on the high bank. The rapidly cooling air swept gray through his hair, fine spray covered his body, and none of it stopped the flames.
Without warning, someone pressed into him from behind, every bend and curve of their body fitting perfectly with his own. A chin rested on his shoulder.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he could hear the smile in Dom’s voice. A hand trailed slowly through his hair, down his neck, and across his stomach until he was held in a strong embrace. They left a strange sensation in their wake. It burned, but with an icy heat, like water so hot it gives you goose bumps. It cut a clear path through the flame that has been lurking in the shadows all day, waiting to consume him.
“Come home?” It was somewhere between a plea and a statement. Billy turned and fell into intense bluegraygreen eyes that shone in the pale half-dark. The fire seeped back into the corners of his mind, but this time it was a friendly light. It spoke of comfortable evenings by a woodstove, and if he looked long enough into Dom’s eyes, it hinted at the wild beauty of a real fire, one that speeds between trees, one that devours entire nights into the otherworldly magnificence of shifting orange shadow.
“Yes,” he said simply, and they walked back down the path together, ducking the thorny vines that caught at their clothes because they were walking side-by-side. Billy smiled to himself as the last of the waterfall’s soothing spray ghosted against the back of his neck.
Maybe words like love weren’t quite so dangerous after all.
Title: Words Like That
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: erm...PG?
Disclaimer: If this was real, it wouldn't be nearly so cheesy. Lesigh.
Notes: Dedicated to
gblvr. Monaboyd fans unite!Billy hates labels. They’ve only ever gotten him into trouble. He doesn’t understand why society feels the need to slap a title on everything. Just makes it all that much more complicated. Words like “friend”, or even “good friend” he can deal with. Words like that about a person ring their name in a very faint warmth, a warmth that is comfortable despite any possible harm it could do. He long ago stopped using words like “best friend”, like “relationship”, like “crush”, like “gay”. Words like that create glowing embers whose warmth could hurt if he got too close. Besides, the line between friend and something else is very vague, and no one really benefits from deciding which side they fall on.
It was a gray, dismal Thursday when Dom said exactly the wrong thing. Billy, wandering around restlessly, had found him curled up on the foot of someone’s bed. He was reading another of his guilty pleasure fantasy books, the ones with knights and ladies, complicated plot twists, and predictable romance. Billy ruffled his hair in greeting, peering at the book over his shoulder. Dom twisted to give him a better view, not looking up, and tossed an absent three words into the comfortable silence. It wasn’t the right time or place or circumstance for anyone to say it, but he did, and it sounded normal.
I love you.
Billy was burning. The haphazard rubble of sparking coals that persisted in surrounding Dom, despite his best efforts to dispose of them, roared into life. Sheets of flame slammed into him from every direction, knocking his breath out into the room. It tore great rents in the silence until the air itself was burning.
To his credit, he stayed long enough to read almost a paragraph about Squire Clarence before burning overcame all thought. A harsh glare flickered and blazed around Dom as if he was some sort of fire god. Billy scrambled backwards off the bed, back out the door, and began to run.
He ran without knowing where he was going. All that mattered was to get away from the hungry flames that were screaming through his mind. Thoughts tumbled through his consciousness in a chaotic whirlwind and the fragmented words were on fire too. He ran until blistering heat and red-orange flame swept in front of him, surrounding him. Tears that fell from sightless eyes hissed into steam and did nothing to quench to fire.
Sunset found him a little way off the road, by the foot of the artificial waterfall from the nearest dam. Rain had turned the tiny path into a stream. Muddy water swirled around his ankles; his shoes were safe on the high bank. The rapidly cooling air swept gray through his hair, fine spray covered his body, and none of it stopped the flames.
Without warning, someone pressed into him from behind, every bend and curve of their body fitting perfectly with his own. A chin rested on his shoulder.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he could hear the smile in Dom’s voice. A hand trailed slowly through his hair, down his neck, and across his stomach until he was held in a strong embrace. They left a strange sensation in their wake. It burned, but with an icy heat, like water so hot it gives you goose bumps. It cut a clear path through the flame that has been lurking in the shadows all day, waiting to consume him.
“Come home?” It was somewhere between a plea and a statement. Billy turned and fell into intense bluegraygreen eyes that shone in the pale half-dark. The fire seeped back into the corners of his mind, but this time it was a friendly light. It spoke of comfortable evenings by a woodstove, and if he looked long enough into Dom’s eyes, it hinted at the wild beauty of a real fire, one that speeds between trees, one that devours entire nights into the otherworldly magnificence of shifting orange shadow.
“Yes,” he said simply, and they walked back down the path together, ducking the thorny vines that caught at their clothes because they were walking side-by-side. Billy smiled to himself as the last of the waterfall’s soothing spray ghosted against the back of his neck.
Maybe words like love weren’t quite so dangerous after all.
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*is flattered*
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Thankyou for participating :)
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So...first: I had to actually get up from the computer so I could stop laughing - your icon is *so* damn funny!
Second: Don't sell yourself short - this is not inadequate - it is a very lovely piece of writing - the first paragraph is very good, and the ending is so sweet....
I loved it, and I love that you wrote my first choice, and I love that you were brave enough to write and post something for a complete stranger!
Thank you, thank you, thank you for this!
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*blushes*
Thank you so much! I'm so flattered! *stutters incoherently* It really means a lot to me that you liked it...I had a lot of trouble trying to fit the guidline of "happy-ending-angst" and I was afraid I'd failed miserably. I really really really really appreciate you commenting on it!
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*Hugs* Thankyou. Made me feel so gorgeous inside :D
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And skip the domando. Dombilleh is better. D/B shall rule the world someday!
....ahaha...yeah....
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Tears that fell from sightless eyes hissed into steam and did nothing to quench to fire
i loved that line so much.
*loves loves loves*
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By the way, I love your icon! So CUTE!
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too bad your icon exists.
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I apologize for the offence.
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Love that you apologized though. Show's what kind of person you are. Good for you for being a good person and being polite to my comment.
And still, love the story.
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*is flattered*