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Title: Destructive Sparks 2/4
Author: The Phantom Writer![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: *sigh* Neither the hobbits nor the elf are mine, unfortunately. Damn, I wish I had Dom.
Feedback: Oh, yesh, please! But... please no flames.
Warning: Angst; deals with suicide.
Notes: This fic not only has Dom/Billeh, but Orli and Lijah play pretty big roles as well. Thanks toairlia_vega for beta-ing! You may want to read Part 1 before reading this!
Orlando took two large strides and dropped to his knees beside two of his best friends: a cursing Billy and a … a suicidal Dominic. Bloody hell. He was going to have to run that through his head a couple thousand times before his mind recognized the two words together. It was like an oxymoron. Suicidal Dominic. Suddenly it was a fucking painful oxymoron. Screw that, suddenly it wasn’t an oxymoron at all.
Dom’s hazy blue-gray eyes were open, shining a mix of exasperated and apologetic. “Bill, Bill…” he struggled beneath his boyfriend, hoping to hell he could get out of this situation using his charms. “C’mon, Bill… I didn’t mean to! Get the fuck off of me!”
Billy’s bright green eyes were narrowed in intense fear and complete irritation. “What the fuck d’you mean you didn’t mean to?” He obviously wasn’t buying any of it.
“I… I was shaving – the razor was wet and slick and I didn’t have a grip on it and it slipped.”
Billy snorted, unamused. “And it slit both your wrists? Gee, Dom, that’s like saying you were cutting your hair with shears and you accidentally cut your jugular.” His harsh, biting words dripped with sarcasm.
“Y’know,” Orlando heard Elijah speak softly from behind him in the doorway, “I once heard that if someone attempts suicide in a place where it’s highly likely he’ll be found quickly, unconsciously he doesn’t want to die.”
All attention turned to Elijah: Dom set his jaw and continued to try and struggle out of Billy’s vice-like grip; Billy glared in Lijah’s direction; Orlando watched his friend sympathetically. Elijah obviously didn’t know how to respond to the situation, so he said the only thing he could: a random suicide fact. Orli sighed – he felt it was his responsibility to stop Lij before the young man continued with suicide percentages. “Lij,” he spoke gently with a hint of urgency. “Fetch me some towels and the first aid kit from the bathroom?”
Elijah nodded numbly, moving quickly to process the request.
Billy’s eyes moved off of Dom to Orlando for a second, sending him a silent thank you before returning his attention to the man beneath him. “Dom, what the fuck were you thinking?”
A mumbled reply.
“Dom?” Billy clenched his teeth.
“I want to get the fuck out of here, you wanker!” Dom used the last word as emphasis as he used all of his drained strength in successfully pushing Billy off him.
Billy sprung back, his hands on Dom’s shoulders, keeping him from attempting to ‘get the fuck out of’ there. “You want to leave, is that it?” A hiss escaped from his lips. Billy’s eyes were dangerous. If anything, Orlando would say that, out of the two, the suicidal (Suicidal Dominic.) and the boyfriend, the boyfriend looked, by far, more insane.
Dominic froze. Billy was going somewhere with this, he could tell. And, although he didn’t have a choice in the matter whatsoever, he didn’t want to be around when Billy got to his point. “…yes…”
“You want to leave me.”
The hazy eyes turned to surprise. “No!”
“That’s what you’d be doing if you had left, you know.” The double meaning was not deaf upon Dominic’s ears.
“I…” Dom began to stutter, suddenly much less sure of his previous actions. “I just wanted to stop the pain…”
“So you brought it to me. You wanted me to have that pain.”
“No, I…” The hazy, dark clouds broke. A tear escaped.
A sigh. The acting stopped here; it had done its job. Billy let up on Dominic’s shoulders, wiping the tear away with his calloused thumb. He leaned forward, touched his lips to Dom’s. “Don’t scare me like that again.”
A shake of the head. No. Of course not.
Orlando looked up from the peep show, feeling incredibly guilty for staying around for it. A realization. Where the fuck was Elijah? Dom might be getting better mentally, but his wrists were still leaving a trail of red spatters. With a silent sigh, Orlando stood, cast a sad smile at Billy (who returned the expression), and entered the bathroom.
There stood Elijah, several towels and the first aid kit layered in his arms. He stood perfectly still, his breathing heavy as he stared at the floor beside the sink. Orlando followed his gaze. Shite.
A puddle of liquid red on the tiles. The liquid red that brought you life, yet, if you were gazing at a puddle of it like they were, it brought death often as well. In the direct center of the puddle lay the razor. The direct center. Like a bull’s eye.
Orli let out a slight shudder before turning his gaze onto Elijah. “C’mon, Lij,” he whispered, taking the hobbit by the shoulders, guiding him out of the bathroom.
Author: The Phantom Writer
silentnumbsmokePairing: DM/BB
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: *sigh* Neither the hobbits nor the elf are mine, unfortunately. Damn, I wish I had Dom.
Feedback: Oh, yesh, please! But... please no flames.
Warning: Angst; deals with suicide.
Notes: This fic not only has Dom/Billeh, but Orli and Lijah play pretty big roles as well. Thanks to
airlia_vega for beta-ing! You may want to read Part 1 before reading this!Orlando took two large strides and dropped to his knees beside two of his best friends: a cursing Billy and a … a suicidal Dominic. Bloody hell. He was going to have to run that through his head a couple thousand times before his mind recognized the two words together. It was like an oxymoron. Suicidal Dominic. Suddenly it was a fucking painful oxymoron. Screw that, suddenly it wasn’t an oxymoron at all.
Dom’s hazy blue-gray eyes were open, shining a mix of exasperated and apologetic. “Bill, Bill…” he struggled beneath his boyfriend, hoping to hell he could get out of this situation using his charms. “C’mon, Bill… I didn’t mean to! Get the fuck off of me!”
Billy’s bright green eyes were narrowed in intense fear and complete irritation. “What the fuck d’you mean you didn’t mean to?” He obviously wasn’t buying any of it.
“I… I was shaving – the razor was wet and slick and I didn’t have a grip on it and it slipped.”
Billy snorted, unamused. “And it slit both your wrists? Gee, Dom, that’s like saying you were cutting your hair with shears and you accidentally cut your jugular.” His harsh, biting words dripped with sarcasm.
“Y’know,” Orlando heard Elijah speak softly from behind him in the doorway, “I once heard that if someone attempts suicide in a place where it’s highly likely he’ll be found quickly, unconsciously he doesn’t want to die.”
All attention turned to Elijah: Dom set his jaw and continued to try and struggle out of Billy’s vice-like grip; Billy glared in Lijah’s direction; Orlando watched his friend sympathetically. Elijah obviously didn’t know how to respond to the situation, so he said the only thing he could: a random suicide fact. Orli sighed – he felt it was his responsibility to stop Lij before the young man continued with suicide percentages. “Lij,” he spoke gently with a hint of urgency. “Fetch me some towels and the first aid kit from the bathroom?”
Elijah nodded numbly, moving quickly to process the request.
Billy’s eyes moved off of Dom to Orlando for a second, sending him a silent thank you before returning his attention to the man beneath him. “Dom, what the fuck were you thinking?”
A mumbled reply.
“Dom?” Billy clenched his teeth.
“I want to get the fuck out of here, you wanker!” Dom used the last word as emphasis as he used all of his drained strength in successfully pushing Billy off him.
Billy sprung back, his hands on Dom’s shoulders, keeping him from attempting to ‘get the fuck out of’ there. “You want to leave, is that it?” A hiss escaped from his lips. Billy’s eyes were dangerous. If anything, Orlando would say that, out of the two, the suicidal (Suicidal Dominic.) and the boyfriend, the boyfriend looked, by far, more insane.
Dominic froze. Billy was going somewhere with this, he could tell. And, although he didn’t have a choice in the matter whatsoever, he didn’t want to be around when Billy got to his point. “…yes…”
“You want to leave me.”
The hazy eyes turned to surprise. “No!”
“That’s what you’d be doing if you had left, you know.” The double meaning was not deaf upon Dominic’s ears.
“I…” Dom began to stutter, suddenly much less sure of his previous actions. “I just wanted to stop the pain…”
“So you brought it to me. You wanted me to have that pain.”
“No, I…” The hazy, dark clouds broke. A tear escaped.
A sigh. The acting stopped here; it had done its job. Billy let up on Dominic’s shoulders, wiping the tear away with his calloused thumb. He leaned forward, touched his lips to Dom’s. “Don’t scare me like that again.”
A shake of the head. No. Of course not.
Orlando looked up from the peep show, feeling incredibly guilty for staying around for it. A realization. Where the fuck was Elijah? Dom might be getting better mentally, but his wrists were still leaving a trail of red spatters. With a silent sigh, Orlando stood, cast a sad smile at Billy (who returned the expression), and entered the bathroom.
There stood Elijah, several towels and the first aid kit layered in his arms. He stood perfectly still, his breathing heavy as he stared at the floor beside the sink. Orlando followed his gaze. Shite.
A puddle of liquid red on the tiles. The liquid red that brought you life, yet, if you were gazing at a puddle of it like they were, it brought death often as well. In the direct center of the puddle lay the razor. The direct center. Like a bull’s eye.
Orli let out a slight shudder before turning his gaze onto Elijah. “C’mon, Lij,” he whispered, taking the hobbit by the shoulders, guiding him out of the bathroom.
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i love you and your beautiful angst!!!!!!
you've captured dom in his depression SO perfectly.
and i LOVE the image of the razor-blade bull's eye...gorgeous.
keep it comming!! :D
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Thanks again!
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*scurries off to beta more wonderfulness*
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loved the scotsman's sarcasm here:
Billy snorted, unamused. “And it slit both your wrists? Gee, Dom, thats like saying you were cutting your hair with shears and you accidentally cut your jugular.”
Eagerly awaiting the next chappie camping out side authors house again :)
-Mojo
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Thanks!
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*tears*
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Don't cry! :)
Thanks!
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