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Title: Upside-Down
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Elijah celebrates his birthday, and Dom can and can't do it all.
Pairing: Domlijah, but then not, but then yes, but then not, but then-
Disclaimer: I do not know either Elijah Wood, Dominic Monaghan. Wah. So, all of this is lies.
Author's Notes: Happy Birthday Elijah. I didn't want to go for your typical fluffy birthday fic, so I wrote a fluffy angst birthday fic. How can I do such a thing? Oh, now I have you intrigued... mwaha.
Everything was fucking beautiful.
Everything had just gone so wrong.
It was his birthday, and Dom loved him.
It was his birthday, and Dom had left him.
The morning had started with kisses splayed across his chest, and Dom's beautiful gray eyes.
The morning had started with the drill of his alarm clock and a cold cup of day-old coffee.
Birthday calls from the Fellowship, his parents, but he didn't hear because Dom's hands were wandering.
Birthday calls from the Fellowship, his parents, but he didn't hear because he's too concentrated on the swirl of cream in his brown, stale coffee, and the fact that he's benumbed.
Dom waits on him all day with cheeky grins and chocolate sweet kisses.
Elijah folds his laundry, rinses dishes that have been in the sink for a week, and sulks in front of the telivision, watching reruns of soap operas.
Elijah and Dom go out to dinner, lots of alcohol and lots of sly feet up pant legs.
He eats cold chicken and mashed potatoes and drinks two warm beers. The plates sit in the sink again.
They have sex on the couch, the shower, the bed.
Elijah falls asleep on the couch, wakes up when the static on the telivision blaires, takes an extra long shower, and lies in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling.
Dom sings him to sleep, 'Happy Birthday' the last thing he hears.
It's a long time till his eyes droop, the sounds of traffic in his ears and the aid of sleeping pills in his throat.
He can't wait to wake up, because Dom is like this every day anyway.
Elijah just can't wait to die.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Elijah celebrates his birthday, and Dom can and can't do it all.
Pairing: Domlijah, but then not, but then yes, but then not, but then-
Disclaimer: I do not know either Elijah Wood, Dominic Monaghan. Wah. So, all of this is lies.
Author's Notes: Happy Birthday Elijah. I didn't want to go for your typical fluffy birthday fic, so I wrote a fluffy angst birthday fic. How can I do such a thing? Oh, now I have you intrigued... mwaha.
Everything was fucking beautiful.
Everything had just gone so wrong.
It was his birthday, and Dom loved him.
It was his birthday, and Dom had left him.
The morning had started with kisses splayed across his chest, and Dom's beautiful gray eyes.
The morning had started with the drill of his alarm clock and a cold cup of day-old coffee.
Birthday calls from the Fellowship, his parents, but he didn't hear because Dom's hands were wandering.
Birthday calls from the Fellowship, his parents, but he didn't hear because he's too concentrated on the swirl of cream in his brown, stale coffee, and the fact that he's benumbed.
Dom waits on him all day with cheeky grins and chocolate sweet kisses.
Elijah folds his laundry, rinses dishes that have been in the sink for a week, and sulks in front of the telivision, watching reruns of soap operas.
Elijah and Dom go out to dinner, lots of alcohol and lots of sly feet up pant legs.
He eats cold chicken and mashed potatoes and drinks two warm beers. The plates sit in the sink again.
They have sex on the couch, the shower, the bed.
Elijah falls asleep on the couch, wakes up when the static on the telivision blaires, takes an extra long shower, and lies in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling.
Dom sings him to sleep, 'Happy Birthday' the last thing he hears.
It's a long time till his eyes droop, the sounds of traffic in his ears and the aid of sleeping pills in his throat.
He can't wait to wake up, because Dom is like this every day anyway.
Elijah just can't wait to die.