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Title: Who We've become
Date: 12/05/03
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This has and will never happen. It's fiction Noun: something invented by the imagination or feigned;fictitious literature.
Pairing: Billy Boyd/ Dom Monaghan (LOTR RPS)
Summary: Dom thinks about what he’s discovered on all his journeys
Feedback: Is greatly appreciated
You are a traveler at heart; you will have many journeys, many discoveries.
In Wellington I discovered Billy Boyd, A man who enjoys good music, good food and good company, a man who believes in the power of honesty and hard work, A man who loves architecture and fine craftsmanship in every form, a man who has quickly become my best mate.
In Venice I discovered, one night on a gondola ride through the city, that his lips are slick and warm and tasted at that moment like cherry chap stick and the bottle of Heineken he had with dinner. It was a gentle chaste kiss, friendly and reserved but on the brink of something more, something he held back and in the process left it open for interpretation.
In New York, on an almost numbingly cold day I discovered that the feeling of Billy’s hand softly enveloping mine makes we a little dizzy. Standing in front of an immense Christmas tree in Central park he leaned against me and took my hand in his, lacing out fingers. He just glances over at me, smiled and continued to stroke he thumb over the top of my hand.
In Los Angeles I discovered that I need Billy’s touch, his presence. As I sat up in another nondescript hotel room, the California air muggy and stale hanging around me, I was alone. I called his cell phone hoping to catch him on one of his rare breaks from rehearsal. He was busy preparing for his debut in Hamlet and I hadn’t seen him in three weeks. His message machine announced that unfortunately he was not on break so I left a message; “Hey Bills, it’s Dom, I uhh just wanted to say hi, so I guess I talk to you later” and after a pause “Billy, I miss you”. When I woke up in the morning a single sentence on my answering machine made the room feel a little more like home, “Dommie, I miss you too”
In Glasgow, as I sat in the sixth row of a rather large theater watching Billy strut across the stage, portraying his character flawlessly, I discovered that I can’t live without him, his antics, his quirks, his idiosyncrasies. After it was over I leaned back against the wall and watched him be business Billy, friendly but reserved, hardy handshakes and a coy grin, proud but not cocky. He could sense I was there and his attention began to slip. The conversations he had become shorter, more rushed, although I’m sure other people couldn’t really tell. They couldn’t tell that his step quickened slightly or that his stance became more rigid. He was looking around, looking for me, out of the corner of his eye. And then he saw me and made his way through the crowd stopping every once in a while when someone reached out to shake his hand and offer congratulations.
In Mexico, in the pristine aqua water, I discovered what it feels like to have Billy pressed against me whispering “I love you’s” in my ear barely loud enough to hear over the waves crashing on the shore.
In Wellington, Venice, New York, Los Angeles, Glasgow and Mexico I discovered what it feels like to be loved. I've discovered who we've become.
Date: 12/05/03
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This has and will never happen. It's fiction Noun: something invented by the imagination or feigned;fictitious literature.
Pairing: Billy Boyd/ Dom Monaghan (LOTR RPS)
Summary: Dom thinks about what he’s discovered on all his journeys
Feedback: Is greatly appreciated
You are a traveler at heart; you will have many journeys, many discoveries.
In Wellington I discovered Billy Boyd, A man who enjoys good music, good food and good company, a man who believes in the power of honesty and hard work, A man who loves architecture and fine craftsmanship in every form, a man who has quickly become my best mate.
In Venice I discovered, one night on a gondola ride through the city, that his lips are slick and warm and tasted at that moment like cherry chap stick and the bottle of Heineken he had with dinner. It was a gentle chaste kiss, friendly and reserved but on the brink of something more, something he held back and in the process left it open for interpretation.
In New York, on an almost numbingly cold day I discovered that the feeling of Billy’s hand softly enveloping mine makes we a little dizzy. Standing in front of an immense Christmas tree in Central park he leaned against me and took my hand in his, lacing out fingers. He just glances over at me, smiled and continued to stroke he thumb over the top of my hand.
In Los Angeles I discovered that I need Billy’s touch, his presence. As I sat up in another nondescript hotel room, the California air muggy and stale hanging around me, I was alone. I called his cell phone hoping to catch him on one of his rare breaks from rehearsal. He was busy preparing for his debut in Hamlet and I hadn’t seen him in three weeks. His message machine announced that unfortunately he was not on break so I left a message; “Hey Bills, it’s Dom, I uhh just wanted to say hi, so I guess I talk to you later” and after a pause “Billy, I miss you”. When I woke up in the morning a single sentence on my answering machine made the room feel a little more like home, “Dommie, I miss you too”
In Glasgow, as I sat in the sixth row of a rather large theater watching Billy strut across the stage, portraying his character flawlessly, I discovered that I can’t live without him, his antics, his quirks, his idiosyncrasies. After it was over I leaned back against the wall and watched him be business Billy, friendly but reserved, hardy handshakes and a coy grin, proud but not cocky. He could sense I was there and his attention began to slip. The conversations he had become shorter, more rushed, although I’m sure other people couldn’t really tell. They couldn’t tell that his step quickened slightly or that his stance became more rigid. He was looking around, looking for me, out of the corner of his eye. And then he saw me and made his way through the crowd stopping every once in a while when someone reached out to shake his hand and offer congratulations.
In Mexico, in the pristine aqua water, I discovered what it feels like to have Billy pressed against me whispering “I love you’s” in my ear barely loud enough to hear over the waves crashing on the shore.
In Wellington, Venice, New York, Los Angeles, Glasgow and Mexico I discovered what it feels like to be loved. I've discovered who we've become.
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In New York, on an almost numbingly cold day I discovered that the feeling of Billy’s hand softly enveloping mine makes we a little dizzy. Standing in front of an immense Christmas tree in Central park he leaned against me and took my hand in his, lacing out fingers. He just glances over at me, smiled and continued to stroke he thumb over the top of my hand. --my favorite part, warmed me from the inside out
You done good..real good :)
BTW, anyone know if/when/where Billy is hoping to Hamlet. This I have to see..my favorite actor in one of my favorite plays by my favorite author!
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In Mexico, in the pristine aqua water, I discovered what it feels like to have Billy pressed against me whispering “I love you’s” in my ear barely loud enough to hear over the waves crashing on the shore. <-- This was just perfect.
Amazing.
xxx
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