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alstaria.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-10-30 09:40 pm
Voices in his Head, BB/?, PG-13 for language
Title: Voices in his Head
Author: Alstaria
Feedback: Pretty please with sugar-caoted hobbits on top?
Pairing: BB/?
Rating: PG-13(language and mild sexual references)
Disclaimer: Neither the inner or outer Billy belong to me. Damn the unfairness of it all.
Notes: Just a little ficlet for my first attempt at RPS, please be kind. This came from a similar debate I had with myself over an RL situation, but without all the scots/brit cursing. Code Yellow alert for angst.
Life’s funny that way...ya know..when you think about it. Just when you’re certain you’ve dampened the flames of a silly little crush the tinder that was hidden in the farthest corner of your heart burst into new flame
What’s this? Poetry now, Boyd? Oh, come off it ...you sound like a bloody 13-year-old girl obsessing over Orli or Elijah , hell, any of your Ring-mates. He has enough people crushing over him, why be one more?
But I’m not just *one* more, am I? I’m his best mate, the one who makes him laugh til he can’t breathe, the one who spent two months in a bloody tree with him, tea and all. I’m his god-damned Pippin for Chrissake!
And therefore he shouldn’t think it odd that you want to do all sorts of things to his body? Riiight. Because mates fall in love all the time..that’s why you hardly ever see men and women together anymore. Shite. You even have a girlfriend, Billy Boy, so even if *he* fancies men, he certainly thinks *you* don’t.
Tha’s true, but it’s possible to like both men and women..I mean, take Orlando for instance..
Everyone else has.
Great, the voice in my head is a feckin comedian! I..I just wish I had the bloody courage to tell him. I mean we made jokes about it all the time, like the “out together..but not like that.” comment from that TV thing; but every time I went to talk to him for real he’d make it into a joke, or want to go mess with Little Bit’s head again, or Orli would come walking in, trying to gather up the latest gossip.
Excuses, excuses, excuses. If you were a real man you would have taken act ion. How many nights did he fall asleep at your place, after a real good bender at the pub or an all-night movie marathon with the gang? And you didn’t even have the bloody courage to so much as kiss those soft full lips or smooth that oh-so-trendy tousled hair? Chicken shit, as Lijah would say.
I’m just so scared that I’ll bollocks up what we have, I mean the friendship and all. Love, lust or whatever it is..
Indigestion? A small fever?
Shut the feck up I’m trying to think..Love makes a mess of everything, especially friendships
How would you know, Sweet William? You...WE’VE never been in love, not really. A few shags here and there, meaningless months with frivolous girls and a few equally-frivoluous boys.You never let us be in love before..always scared of the what-ifs and why-fors. You had your chance, all those long months of fliming, and then the reshoots and the never-ending junkets. And you said not one bloody word to him, not a feckin breath of how you longed ta caress his cheek and hold him close and warm while you both drift off to sleep. Shite of a poultry bird, as I said before...
I’m..you’re..we’re....arrgh..I need mah head examined...I’m turning into goddamed Smeagol.
But you’re exactly right, I am a coward. I should be ashamed of myself, fretting over what he might or might not say. He’s my friend, closer to me then even Margaret perhaps, he won’t be offend. What’s the worst that could happen?
....
Hey! Voice! This is the part where you’re supposed to reassure me..
No, you said “What’s the worst that could happen?” You don’t want me to answer *that* truthfully, do ye? But, as for encouragement.: Atta boy! You go! Ring him up right now! Spill yer guts! Engage him in some dirrrrty phone sex, bet he likes that..oh yeah
My lord God, why did you make my subconsious a right-nasty freak?
Who ya callin’ freak, freak?! Pick up the phone and dial the digits!
Right, this little inner dialogue is over. I’m going to read now or watch the telly or perhaps get schnokkered on that Jameson’s over there so I don’t have to bloody listen to you anymore. No calls, it’ll happen when it happens.
Bwock, Bwock, Bwock!
Definitely the Jameson’s.
You might want to answer that first.
Answer wha-
**RING** **RING**
“Erm..hello?”
“I ..uh..erm..Dommie? Heh! What a coincidence, I was just....thinking about you.”
-fin-
Author: Alstaria
Feedback: Pretty please with sugar-caoted hobbits on top?
Pairing: BB/?
Rating: PG-13(language and mild sexual references)
Disclaimer: Neither the inner or outer Billy belong to me. Damn the unfairness of it all.
Notes: Just a little ficlet for my first attempt at RPS, please be kind. This came from a similar debate I had with myself over an RL situation, but without all the scots/brit cursing. Code Yellow alert for angst.
Life’s funny that way...ya know..when you think about it. Just when you’re certain you’ve dampened the flames of a silly little crush the tinder that was hidden in the farthest corner of your heart burst into new flame
What’s this? Poetry now, Boyd? Oh, come off it ...you sound like a bloody 13-year-old girl obsessing over Orli or Elijah , hell, any of your Ring-mates. He has enough people crushing over him, why be one more?
But I’m not just *one* more, am I? I’m his best mate, the one who makes him laugh til he can’t breathe, the one who spent two months in a bloody tree with him, tea and all. I’m his god-damned Pippin for Chrissake!
And therefore he shouldn’t think it odd that you want to do all sorts of things to his body? Riiight. Because mates fall in love all the time..that’s why you hardly ever see men and women together anymore. Shite. You even have a girlfriend, Billy Boy, so even if *he* fancies men, he certainly thinks *you* don’t.
Tha’s true, but it’s possible to like both men and women..I mean, take Orlando for instance..
Everyone else has.
Great, the voice in my head is a feckin comedian! I..I just wish I had the bloody courage to tell him. I mean we made jokes about it all the time, like the “out together..but not like that.” comment from that TV thing; but every time I went to talk to him for real he’d make it into a joke, or want to go mess with Little Bit’s head again, or Orli would come walking in, trying to gather up the latest gossip.
Excuses, excuses, excuses. If you were a real man you would have taken act ion. How many nights did he fall asleep at your place, after a real good bender at the pub or an all-night movie marathon with the gang? And you didn’t even have the bloody courage to so much as kiss those soft full lips or smooth that oh-so-trendy tousled hair? Chicken shit, as Lijah would say.
I’m just so scared that I’ll bollocks up what we have, I mean the friendship and all. Love, lust or whatever it is..
Indigestion? A small fever?
Shut the feck up I’m trying to think..Love makes a mess of everything, especially friendships
How would you know, Sweet William? You...WE’VE never been in love, not really. A few shags here and there, meaningless months with frivolous girls and a few equally-frivoluous boys.You never let us be in love before..always scared of the what-ifs and why-fors. You had your chance, all those long months of fliming, and then the reshoots and the never-ending junkets. And you said not one bloody word to him, not a feckin breath of how you longed ta caress his cheek and hold him close and warm while you both drift off to sleep. Shite of a poultry bird, as I said before...
I’m..you’re..we’re....arrgh..I need mah head examined...I’m turning into goddamed Smeagol.
But you’re exactly right, I am a coward. I should be ashamed of myself, fretting over what he might or might not say. He’s my friend, closer to me then even Margaret perhaps, he won’t be offend. What’s the worst that could happen?
....
Hey! Voice! This is the part where you’re supposed to reassure me..
No, you said “What’s the worst that could happen?” You don’t want me to answer *that* truthfully, do ye? But, as for encouragement.: Atta boy! You go! Ring him up right now! Spill yer guts! Engage him in some dirrrrty phone sex, bet he likes that..oh yeah
My lord God, why did you make my subconsious a right-nasty freak?
Who ya callin’ freak, freak?! Pick up the phone and dial the digits!
Right, this little inner dialogue is over. I’m going to read now or watch the telly or perhaps get schnokkered on that Jameson’s over there so I don’t have to bloody listen to you anymore. No calls, it’ll happen when it happens.
Bwock, Bwock, Bwock!
Definitely the Jameson’s.
You might want to answer that first.
Answer wha-
**RING** **RING**
“Erm..hello?”
“I ..uh..erm..Dommie? Heh! What a coincidence, I was just....thinking about you.”
-fin-
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I'm tears, laughing so hard. This was very good. I could actually see him arguing with his self.