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fellowshippers2004-01-22 05:10 pm
glass-moment.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-01-22 05:10 pm
the parentheses ran away with me...
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Pairing: Billy/Dom, Dom/Elijah, Billy/Elijah, Elijah/Orlando
Rating: PG
They both wanted Elijah from the moment they (respectively) laid eyes on him. He had that effect on people. Thousands of teenagers around the world would probably have his pictures plastered all over their bedroom walls, lockers, and books for at least another ten years. He had ever more of an affect on his friends and castmates (though they soon became synonymous), the people who were exposed to his true multi-faceted and undeniably magnetic personality.
It took a few months for Billy to help Elijah realize that he liked Dom in return, a mission he made his own for reasons he refused to analyze.
It couldn't quite be determined who was to blame for the first mistake. It was one night after Elijah left Dom's arms for the short-lived comfort of his own bed, one night when Billy couldn't stand sitting on the other end of the couch and smiling and wishing anymore, one night when the sudden loneliness was too intense for Dom.
If anyone mentioned it later, it was only two best mates who couldn't quite stand up to the pre-dawn darkness by themselves. No one did.
The second mistake was definitely Billy's. It was a night (why are mistakes always so deliciously induced by night?) when keeping everything inside was becoming too much. He hinted and prodded and pushed and cajoled and covered it all with lilting, comfortable laughter until Dom revealed the wrong truth.
Billy divided when Dom tripped over those (in)famous three words and fell unusually silent. Part of him ran along a track that went (you knew this, why did you have to keep pushing him?) Another part of him responded along the lines of (what are you talking about? Stop pretending you know everything. Your ego's big enough without you adding to it constantly). The majority of him just sat there and wondered what to do.
It wasn't possible to ignore. It hovered constantly at the edges of his mind like Dom hovered constantly at the edges of his vision. He couldn't last long not paying attention to either of them. He grew to accept it, acknowledge it, enjoy it, even need it sometimes when the foreignness of the night sky tasted menacing and wrong and rang in his head like a sour chord. Dom was always there.
And so it was that Dom wasn't quite as upset as perhaps he might have been when Lij abandoned him in favor of Orlando. The fit together, after all. They were glamor and glory and fame to a degree he would never understand. They were perfect, they were practiced and somehow still charmingly naive after too many years of scripted romance.
And so it was that he had his happy ending, always ignoring what no one else could see. Because even as they embraced, Billy's gaze was fixed over Dom's shoulder on bluer eyes and paler skin.
Pairing: Billy/Dom, Dom/Elijah, Billy/Elijah, Elijah/Orlando
Rating: PG
They both wanted Elijah from the moment they (respectively) laid eyes on him. He had that effect on people. Thousands of teenagers around the world would probably have his pictures plastered all over their bedroom walls, lockers, and books for at least another ten years. He had ever more of an affect on his friends and castmates (though they soon became synonymous), the people who were exposed to his true multi-faceted and undeniably magnetic personality.
It took a few months for Billy to help Elijah realize that he liked Dom in return, a mission he made his own for reasons he refused to analyze.
It couldn't quite be determined who was to blame for the first mistake. It was one night after Elijah left Dom's arms for the short-lived comfort of his own bed, one night when Billy couldn't stand sitting on the other end of the couch and smiling and wishing anymore, one night when the sudden loneliness was too intense for Dom.
If anyone mentioned it later, it was only two best mates who couldn't quite stand up to the pre-dawn darkness by themselves. No one did.
The second mistake was definitely Billy's. It was a night (why are mistakes always so deliciously induced by night?) when keeping everything inside was becoming too much. He hinted and prodded and pushed and cajoled and covered it all with lilting, comfortable laughter until Dom revealed the wrong truth.
Billy divided when Dom tripped over those (in)famous three words and fell unusually silent. Part of him ran along a track that went (you knew this, why did you have to keep pushing him?) Another part of him responded along the lines of (what are you talking about? Stop pretending you know everything. Your ego's big enough without you adding to it constantly). The majority of him just sat there and wondered what to do.
It wasn't possible to ignore. It hovered constantly at the edges of his mind like Dom hovered constantly at the edges of his vision. He couldn't last long not paying attention to either of them. He grew to accept it, acknowledge it, enjoy it, even need it sometimes when the foreignness of the night sky tasted menacing and wrong and rang in his head like a sour chord. Dom was always there.
And so it was that Dom wasn't quite as upset as perhaps he might have been when Lij abandoned him in favor of Orlando. The fit together, after all. They were glamor and glory and fame to a degree he would never understand. They were perfect, they were practiced and somehow still charmingly naive after too many years of scripted romance.
And so it was that he had his happy ending, always ignoring what no one else could see. Because even as they embraced, Billy's gaze was fixed over Dom's shoulder on bluer eyes and paler skin.