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crossposted to monaboyd, but I like spreading the love :>
Title: in the emptiness
Author: erinmiran
Fandom: LotR RPS -- Dom/Billy
Rating: PG-13. just a bit of angst, really.
Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned them, I wouldn't be writing about it
Extra: 592 words of billy/dom angstyishness to be exact, and I've never written LOTR rps before this and it's based off this song and after harassing me for days, I've finally written it and read it thanks and thoughts are always interesting.
Summary: "echo in the emptiness / all around but you can't change this loneliness / look what you've found, I've fallen down"
in the emptiness
It's 2:16 am, according to the watch on Dominic's wrist. It stopped working a few hours ago, though, when he'd taken it off to mess with the band and the face fell off and the stripper that Elijah'd hired for the evening stepped on it for the second time that evening.
"I could never live here."
Dom looks up and Billy's standing a few feet away, Dom's lighter and a small package of cloves in his hand.
"Me either. It's too empty," Dom kicks his feet a bit, splashing some of the cold river water on his pants.
"And dirty," Billy grimaces a bit and sits down next to Dom, careful to keep his feet out of the Mississippi. "You're going to freeze your toes off, and how attractive would that be, a foot with no toes?"
"Shut up, Bills," Dom's got a bit of a smile on his face, and Billy knows that he doesn't mean it anyway. Wordlessly, Billy holds out the packet of cloves and Dom takes it, lighting one and enjoying the cinnamon taste on his lips.
"Why aren't you at your own bachelor party?" Dom asks a few moments later, trying (and failing miserably) to blow a smoke ring.
"Because I'd rather be sitting out here with you on the ground than inside, watching Orli shove twenties down that girl's g-string -- is that what they call it, a g-string?"
Dom suddenly wishes he'd brought that bottle of Schnapps out with him.
"Besides it would feel a bit like cheating, you know?"
"I can't believe you're fucking getting married tomorrow," Dom says instead, inhaling once more on the cigarette between his fingers, then stubbing it out on a rock and shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt.
"Me either," Dom twists his neck a bit to look at him and sees Billy's now flat on his back, looking up at the sky.
"What I can't believe is that stars are really just balls of fire. How unromantic is that? They burn themselves out, then fall, and nobody even knows it for years."
"Not that unromantic," Dom turns back to the river, watching as a ferry stops on the other side of the banks to pick up a group of passengers. He wonders how long it takes before the star knows it's dying, and then remembers that stars can't think.
"If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be?" he asks suddenly, not knowing where that came from but suddenly desperate to hear the answer. Dom knows without having to look that Billy's face is slightly creased in thought.
"The Goat and Tumbler," he says and Dom raises one of his eyebrows.
"The what?"
"It's a pub back home with the best pies in town -- right now I could eat a horse, I'm so hungry."
Dom shakes his head, an expression of fleeting amusement on his face.
"You never change."
"I consider it part of my charm," Billy replies, the same expression crossing his eyes.
Dom merely bites his lip and watches as the ferry begins its return back over to the near side of the bank, the sound of laughter drifting towards him from over the water.
"You never answered," Billy's voice breaks the silence, and his voice sounds sleepy. "Where would you be?"
Dom knows automatically what his answer is, but it takes him a few minutes to get it around the lump in his throat, and he licks the saline off his lips, wishing his hands would warm up.
"Here."
Author: erinmiran
Fandom: LotR RPS -- Dom/Billy
Rating: PG-13. just a bit of angst, really.
Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned them, I wouldn't be writing about it
Extra: 592 words of billy/dom angstyishness to be exact, and I've never written LOTR rps before this and it's based off this song and after harassing me for days, I've finally written it and read it thanks and thoughts are always interesting.
Summary: "echo in the emptiness / all around but you can't change this loneliness / look what you've found, I've fallen down"
in the emptiness
It's 2:16 am, according to the watch on Dominic's wrist. It stopped working a few hours ago, though, when he'd taken it off to mess with the band and the face fell off and the stripper that Elijah'd hired for the evening stepped on it for the second time that evening.
"I could never live here."
Dom looks up and Billy's standing a few feet away, Dom's lighter and a small package of cloves in his hand.
"Me either. It's too empty," Dom kicks his feet a bit, splashing some of the cold river water on his pants.
"And dirty," Billy grimaces a bit and sits down next to Dom, careful to keep his feet out of the Mississippi. "You're going to freeze your toes off, and how attractive would that be, a foot with no toes?"
"Shut up, Bills," Dom's got a bit of a smile on his face, and Billy knows that he doesn't mean it anyway. Wordlessly, Billy holds out the packet of cloves and Dom takes it, lighting one and enjoying the cinnamon taste on his lips.
"Why aren't you at your own bachelor party?" Dom asks a few moments later, trying (and failing miserably) to blow a smoke ring.
"Because I'd rather be sitting out here with you on the ground than inside, watching Orli shove twenties down that girl's g-string -- is that what they call it, a g-string?"
Dom suddenly wishes he'd brought that bottle of Schnapps out with him.
"Besides it would feel a bit like cheating, you know?"
"I can't believe you're fucking getting married tomorrow," Dom says instead, inhaling once more on the cigarette between his fingers, then stubbing it out on a rock and shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt.
"Me either," Dom twists his neck a bit to look at him and sees Billy's now flat on his back, looking up at the sky.
"What I can't believe is that stars are really just balls of fire. How unromantic is that? They burn themselves out, then fall, and nobody even knows it for years."
"Not that unromantic," Dom turns back to the river, watching as a ferry stops on the other side of the banks to pick up a group of passengers. He wonders how long it takes before the star knows it's dying, and then remembers that stars can't think.
"If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be?" he asks suddenly, not knowing where that came from but suddenly desperate to hear the answer. Dom knows without having to look that Billy's face is slightly creased in thought.
"The Goat and Tumbler," he says and Dom raises one of his eyebrows.
"The what?"
"It's a pub back home with the best pies in town -- right now I could eat a horse, I'm so hungry."
Dom shakes his head, an expression of fleeting amusement on his face.
"You never change."
"I consider it part of my charm," Billy replies, the same expression crossing his eyes.
Dom merely bites his lip and watches as the ferry begins its return back over to the near side of the bank, the sound of laughter drifting towards him from over the water.
"You never answered," Billy's voice breaks the silence, and his voice sounds sleepy. "Where would you be?"
Dom knows automatically what his answer is, but it takes him a few minutes to get it around the lump in his throat, and he licks the saline off his lips, wishing his hands would warm up.
"Here."