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Title: Edge Of Morning
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sheselectric
Rating: G
Pairing: Mostly just a Dom fic, but there is a bit of Dom/Lij
Summary: It's the edge of morning before the sun peeks over the clouds and fills the city with a warmth that'll keep him from freezing.
Disclaimer: I make up such pretty lies.
Author Notes: *shrugs* Just started writing and things seem to happen. :) Finished it awhile ago, finally thought it post it now. :D!
Dominic throws his legs over the edge of the bed and sits up. His head is foggy and his throat is scratched and sore and he wants to swear off drinking but knows he never will. He stretches his arms above his head and rubs the back of his hand against his face. The smooth surface of his hand is met with a harsh scruff that's lined his face and chin. He puts shaving onto his mental list of things to do later.
He lets his bare feet hit the cold floor and stands up with his arms once again stretching above his head. He reaches over the table besides him and grabs for the pack of cigarettes that were half open and half empty. He used to only smoke when he drank but things have changed and now he smokes whenever he needs to think. He grabs the pack and the lighter besides it and starts out for the balcony. The carpet below his feet feels funny as he slowly walks over to the edge of the room. He draws back the curtains and pushes open the clear door, that makes a loud sound as thou he's cracking it with a whip. He stops moving suddenly and turns to see the bed behind him and the covers not stir and then starts to open the door again.
Once there's enough room to get by he squeezes through and he's suddenly a lot colder then he was inside. It's windy and he's not used to feeling this kind of wind against his bare face and chest. He wrinkles his face against the window and removes a cigarette from the box and puts it on the edge of the balcony. He lights the lighter and watches when the fire stays for a second and then gets swifted away by the wind. He smiles briefly at the amusement before he puts his hand behind the lighter and relights it. This time the flame merrily dances in the wind and he's able to light the cigarette and let the flame die out as he puts it to his lips. The first breath is always his favorite. The smoke fills down his throat and into his lungs and he suddenly feels awake and warm. The orange ambers flake off the end of the butt and make their way down to the ground at his feet. He walks over to the edge of the balcony and leans his elbows on top of it and looks into the city below.
New York is nothing like he thought it would be. His hotel is right off Central Park and he's so far up the trees look like bits of broccoli ready to be picked. He squints and tries to see the people running along the street and watches them hurry around. The sky isn't blue but instead a dusty gray and the smoke from his cigarette is billowing up to the sky matching the colors perfectly. It's so cold his breath is matching up with the smoke from his cigarette and you can't tell if he's smoking or not.
He takes the cigarette from his mouth and holds it out over the balcony's edge and feels like dropping it into the streets below. Watching the smoke escape but the cinder of ashes crash into the sidewalk below him. He wants to let go of everything he's feeling and watch it too fall to the ground below. He feels like jumping into the sea of people and trees. The city of New York is like leaves in the wind to him. The whole city is bustling and flying around in a giant gust of wind that just keeps flying. He doesn't want to be one of those innocent leaves that get lost somewhere along the wind. He's tried to break away from the wind but it's hard and the wind burns against his face when he tries to walk away.
He finally lets go of the cigarette because the wind has burned out the flame and he's really starting to get cold standing outside. It's the edge of morning before the sun peeks over the clouds and fills the city with a warmth that'll keep him from freezing. He almost feels like spending the day at the balcony and watching the people below him hurry with the wind to wherever it is they're going. But there's suddenly a soft sound of music that's creeping through the cracks and into his ears. He knows the song and starts to hum it along with what he can hear.
He closes his eyes and suddenly feels so small and forgetful. He feels like the world is pushing ahead and he's stuck trying to fight the wind. He's determined to become everything he's scared to be and wants to stretch out the wings he hears he has. People tell him he has wings but doesn't know how to use them yet. He wonders if he stood on the balcony's edge and held out is arms if his wings would finally arrive and he'd fly against the wind. He's almost sure the wind of the city would carry him if his wings doesn't. And he's suddenly unsure if he wants to try to spread his wings anymore. They've hurt him before in the past and the wind's almost colder here and he wonders if it'll leave more scars then before. He's leaving New York and he doesn't know when he's going to return and he doesn't want to leave anymore. He wants to be leaves in Central Park and feel carried away.
"Dom? Are you coming?"
The door's opening behind him and Elijah's sneaking into the balcony. He grabs his cigarettes off the table the gives Dom a stubborn look. "I've been looking for these. I don't know why you can't just buy your own. And why you even started smoking. I told you it's bad for you.. are you listening to me?"
He doesn't turn around but answers him. "I'm listening. Bad habits spread, you know. You're going to freeze if you don't get inside. I'll.. be there in a minute Elijah."
He feels Elijah creep up behind him and place his chin on his shoulder. He feels Elijah's lips nip the bottom of his ear and feels the gosebumps race over him. "We're going to be late for the airport if you don't hurry soon." Elijah's voice floats through his mind.
He doesn't say anything and feels Elijah's arm wrap around him briefly before letting go. Dom only hears the closing of the screen door and he misses the taste of smoke and ash in his mouth. He can hear Elijah turn up the music and without looking knows he's getting ready to leave.
Dominic doesn't move until the sun's all the way up and the wind is just a cool breath against his face.
Author:
sheselectricRating: G
Pairing: Mostly just a Dom fic, but there is a bit of Dom/Lij
Summary: It's the edge of morning before the sun peeks over the clouds and fills the city with a warmth that'll keep him from freezing.
Disclaimer: I make up such pretty lies.
Author Notes: *shrugs* Just started writing and things seem to happen. :) Finished it awhile ago, finally thought it post it now. :D!
Dominic throws his legs over the edge of the bed and sits up. His head is foggy and his throat is scratched and sore and he wants to swear off drinking but knows he never will. He stretches his arms above his head and rubs the back of his hand against his face. The smooth surface of his hand is met with a harsh scruff that's lined his face and chin. He puts shaving onto his mental list of things to do later.
He lets his bare feet hit the cold floor and stands up with his arms once again stretching above his head. He reaches over the table besides him and grabs for the pack of cigarettes that were half open and half empty. He used to only smoke when he drank but things have changed and now he smokes whenever he needs to think. He grabs the pack and the lighter besides it and starts out for the balcony. The carpet below his feet feels funny as he slowly walks over to the edge of the room. He draws back the curtains and pushes open the clear door, that makes a loud sound as thou he's cracking it with a whip. He stops moving suddenly and turns to see the bed behind him and the covers not stir and then starts to open the door again.
Once there's enough room to get by he squeezes through and he's suddenly a lot colder then he was inside. It's windy and he's not used to feeling this kind of wind against his bare face and chest. He wrinkles his face against the window and removes a cigarette from the box and puts it on the edge of the balcony. He lights the lighter and watches when the fire stays for a second and then gets swifted away by the wind. He smiles briefly at the amusement before he puts his hand behind the lighter and relights it. This time the flame merrily dances in the wind and he's able to light the cigarette and let the flame die out as he puts it to his lips. The first breath is always his favorite. The smoke fills down his throat and into his lungs and he suddenly feels awake and warm. The orange ambers flake off the end of the butt and make their way down to the ground at his feet. He walks over to the edge of the balcony and leans his elbows on top of it and looks into the city below.
New York is nothing like he thought it would be. His hotel is right off Central Park and he's so far up the trees look like bits of broccoli ready to be picked. He squints and tries to see the people running along the street and watches them hurry around. The sky isn't blue but instead a dusty gray and the smoke from his cigarette is billowing up to the sky matching the colors perfectly. It's so cold his breath is matching up with the smoke from his cigarette and you can't tell if he's smoking or not.
He takes the cigarette from his mouth and holds it out over the balcony's edge and feels like dropping it into the streets below. Watching the smoke escape but the cinder of ashes crash into the sidewalk below him. He wants to let go of everything he's feeling and watch it too fall to the ground below. He feels like jumping into the sea of people and trees. The city of New York is like leaves in the wind to him. The whole city is bustling and flying around in a giant gust of wind that just keeps flying. He doesn't want to be one of those innocent leaves that get lost somewhere along the wind. He's tried to break away from the wind but it's hard and the wind burns against his face when he tries to walk away.
He finally lets go of the cigarette because the wind has burned out the flame and he's really starting to get cold standing outside. It's the edge of morning before the sun peeks over the clouds and fills the city with a warmth that'll keep him from freezing. He almost feels like spending the day at the balcony and watching the people below him hurry with the wind to wherever it is they're going. But there's suddenly a soft sound of music that's creeping through the cracks and into his ears. He knows the song and starts to hum it along with what he can hear.
He closes his eyes and suddenly feels so small and forgetful. He feels like the world is pushing ahead and he's stuck trying to fight the wind. He's determined to become everything he's scared to be and wants to stretch out the wings he hears he has. People tell him he has wings but doesn't know how to use them yet. He wonders if he stood on the balcony's edge and held out is arms if his wings would finally arrive and he'd fly against the wind. He's almost sure the wind of the city would carry him if his wings doesn't. And he's suddenly unsure if he wants to try to spread his wings anymore. They've hurt him before in the past and the wind's almost colder here and he wonders if it'll leave more scars then before. He's leaving New York and he doesn't know when he's going to return and he doesn't want to leave anymore. He wants to be leaves in Central Park and feel carried away.
"Dom? Are you coming?"
The door's opening behind him and Elijah's sneaking into the balcony. He grabs his cigarettes off the table the gives Dom a stubborn look. "I've been looking for these. I don't know why you can't just buy your own. And why you even started smoking. I told you it's bad for you.. are you listening to me?"
He doesn't turn around but answers him. "I'm listening. Bad habits spread, you know. You're going to freeze if you don't get inside. I'll.. be there in a minute Elijah."
He feels Elijah creep up behind him and place his chin on his shoulder. He feels Elijah's lips nip the bottom of his ear and feels the gosebumps race over him. "We're going to be late for the airport if you don't hurry soon." Elijah's voice floats through his mind.
He doesn't say anything and feels Elijah's arm wrap around him briefly before letting go. Dom only hears the closing of the screen door and he misses the taste of smoke and ash in his mouth. He can hear Elijah turn up the music and without looking knows he's getting ready to leave.
Dominic doesn't move until the sun's all the way up and the wind is just a cool breath against his face.
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beautiful imagery and very inspirational in its own way
could almost make me a domlij fan too
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:)
hehe thank you :)
There was no acutal Elijah/Dom in the first one I wrote in my notebook (durning class too :X) but when I got home I read it to my cousin who was like "he needs someone to go talk to him but not really.." lol so I opted for lil' Lij :)
but thanks darling :D!