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orolin.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-02-01 11:08 am
'Reflections' by orolin
Title: Reflections
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
orolin
Rating: G, I guess
Pairing: Monaboyd
Author Notes: This is me jumping on the Mirror!fic bandwagon... were too many plot bunnies to pass up :)
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Dom's heaven was decorated with all things glittering. Sparkly, silver things that glinted and danced in the pale moonlight. One thousand reflections in broken glass, cracked and distorted, shafts of light that bounced and skittered along them.
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Dom often had dreams like glass. Reflections of his former self, old memories from his past. Things he could never forget, yet couldn't rightly remember. There were dreams he looked forward to, ones that were replayed, but then there were the dreams that made him bolt up, breathing heavily. He would sit in the dark, trying to bring back the dreams to his sleep-filled mind, yet they'd gone, leaving him alone once more. Looking up, he could see the glass, the images it reflected, and he would close his eyes once more and let sleep claim him.
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Dom traced the mirror with his fingers, the glass cool beneath his skin. Fingerprints slid across, smudged and blurry. He wiped them away with the ghosts of his breath before leaning forwards, forehead lightly touching the glass. There he would close his eyes, his breathing relaxing and silence echoing in his ears, and would try and bring back the reflections.
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Before Dom threw the mirror, watching it crack and splinter in to a hundred little pieces, he'd been listening to Billy. He could close his eyes and hear him whispering, hear the things he'd once said all muddled up, mixed around. Dom could hear his anguish and his pain, but mostly of all he could hear his laughter. Billy's laughter stayed with him longer than the reflections did.
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Dom's heaven was decorated with all things Billy. Funny, clever things that he'd once said, barelling and sprinting around in the pale moonlight. One thousand pictures encased in glass, clean and smooth, shafts of light that bounced and skittered along them. And in them, Dom could see his own reflection, and he knew everything was okay.
The End
~Kirsty
Author:
orolinRating: G, I guess
Pairing: Monaboyd
Author Notes: This is me jumping on the Mirror!fic bandwagon... were too many plot bunnies to pass up :)
*
Dom's heaven was decorated with all things glittering. Sparkly, silver things that glinted and danced in the pale moonlight. One thousand reflections in broken glass, cracked and distorted, shafts of light that bounced and skittered along them.
-----
Dom often had dreams like glass. Reflections of his former self, old memories from his past. Things he could never forget, yet couldn't rightly remember. There were dreams he looked forward to, ones that were replayed, but then there were the dreams that made him bolt up, breathing heavily. He would sit in the dark, trying to bring back the dreams to his sleep-filled mind, yet they'd gone, leaving him alone once more. Looking up, he could see the glass, the images it reflected, and he would close his eyes once more and let sleep claim him.
-----
Dom traced the mirror with his fingers, the glass cool beneath his skin. Fingerprints slid across, smudged and blurry. He wiped them away with the ghosts of his breath before leaning forwards, forehead lightly touching the glass. There he would close his eyes, his breathing relaxing and silence echoing in his ears, and would try and bring back the reflections.
-----
Before Dom threw the mirror, watching it crack and splinter in to a hundred little pieces, he'd been listening to Billy. He could close his eyes and hear him whispering, hear the things he'd once said all muddled up, mixed around. Dom could hear his anguish and his pain, but mostly of all he could hear his laughter. Billy's laughter stayed with him longer than the reflections did.
-----
Dom's heaven was decorated with all things Billy. Funny, clever things that he'd once said, barelling and sprinting around in the pale moonlight. One thousand pictures encased in glass, clean and smooth, shafts of light that bounced and skittered along them. And in them, Dom could see his own reflection, and he knew everything was okay.
The End
~Kirsty