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[shards-of-fire.livejournal.com]

metal reflection
ew pov, dm/ew
pg (13 maybe)
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For 15minuteficlets, this post and word
any and all feedback/criticism appreciated

Watching the blade running through his fingers, the bright harsh metal against soft white skin, he knew he was obsessed with it. The way it felt against his skin, the way it looked when he saw his reflection distorted by it's curve. Everything about him and the knife captivated him; he was entranced.

Yet every time he pushed it that little bit further, testing the strengh of his skin, he knew he couldn't go through with it. The pain scared him too much, the crimson was a bit too much; he prefered watching the cool metal.

He kept his obsession secret, no one knew why he had so many knives when he couldn't even cook. He'd wait until they were gone, and then he'd go and look at himself, look at his skin, look at his life through the knife, trying to find the meaning.

That was until Dominic came along with raucous laughter at night, deep thoughts in the morning, and ragged moaning whispers before bed. When Dom moved in, the knives were wrapped up, waiting until he was left alone again.

Comments

[cornmouse.livejournal.com]

This is beautifully harrowing. Rachel rec'ed it in her LJ, and I am so glad she did. Your ability to non-violently express so much is stunning and I love your handle on the metal, not the cutting itself. I love the alturnative view-point of expression rather than just crimson liquid traveling down the shiney metal.

Beautifully done.

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[shards-of-fire.livejournal.com]

I'm glad she did too.
Your comment is making me happy. It worked the way I wanted it to, and your response is very much appreciated. Thank you!

[toasty-frog.livejournal.com]

That was really, really good. I liked it a lot. <3

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[shards-of-fire.livejournal.com]

Why thank you!
<3

[aliasverve.livejournal.com]

The pain scared him too much, the crimson was a bit too much; he prefered watching the cool metal.

i agree. i like the different take on it; finding the addiction to be that of watching rather than actually taking action. it seems like there's more hope for him that way.

That was until Dominic came along with raucous laughter at night, deep thoughts in the morning, and ragged moaning whispers before bed. When Dom moved in, the knives were wrapped up, waiting until he was left alone again.

beautiful. you just summarized so much of their relationship, and unmasked so much more of elijah than you already had. very, very nice.

also, your icons are beautiful. *grins*

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[shards-of-fire.livejournal.com]

I liked the other take too; it feels real to me, and I agree, there seems to be a bit more hope.

That line with Dom was one of my favorites, so I'm glad it struck you se well.

The "stars" icon was actually made by maidenvixen, so I can't take credit. But the other two are mine. :)

Thanks so much!

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[aliasverve.livejournal.com]

you're quite welcome ;)