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xxoutofreachxx.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-02-04 09:28 pm
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You will all suffer my writing now. *evil laughter* And you’ll suffer it TWICE, because I’ve written two new things but I don’t want to post them in one post. If that upsets you, I’m sorry.
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: PG-13 for “swearing” and sexually suggestive ..things.
Summary/Warning: Dom and L.A. If you live in L.A., I apologize for the way I’ll probably completely insulted you with this. I’ve never been to L.A. so I have no idea what it’s like, this is just what I imagine it to be like.
Feedback is Appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own L.A., Dom, Or Elijah. Plus, I don’t claim that any of this is true or has ever happened.
He loved *hated* everything about Los Angeles. The almost constant sunlight streaming through his window ever morning. The way it illuminated whichever half naked blonde in his bed.
He loved *hated* the traffic that was everywhere. The beeping horns and fingers flashed at passing drivers.
He loved *hated* the enormous amount of plasticity in the city. Fake breasts, Fake lips wrapped around his cock each night. Life had been overtaken by the promise of fuller lips and thinner waists. Bleached Blonde hair was always on the menu in L.A.
He loved *hated* the way these people would sell their souls for the latest pair of shoes.
He loved *hated* the music scene in L.A. The way that hipsters flocked to whichever new band was trendy.
He loved *hated the way that women flocked to him in clubs or bars. Offering cheesy pickup lines. Inviting him back to their homes. Casually bending over. Cleavage exposed enough to accept the offer.
He loved *hated* the way these women always thought he had played Pippin. He didn’t have the heart to tell them. Pampered faces and perfectly lined lips wouldn’t be able to hide their embarrassment.
He loved *hated* the way that people were so open here. People he just met were willing to tell him their life story. Abusive dad. Alcoholic mom. Raped by her brother at 10 years old. They had no shame.
He loved *hated* that everyone he had met here was so easy to say goodbye to. There was no attachment to these people. They came and went like the tourists. He wouldn’t remember them, but he couldn’t forget. They were a part of him.
He loved *hated* that Elijah was right when he said that Dom could never live here.
He loved *hated* that he had stayed when Elijah became tired of sun and breasts and left for New York.
He loved *hated* that he didn’t follow.
He loved *hated* everyday he had spent without Elijah.
He loved *hated* that he hated L.A. because it was the complete opposite of what Elijah was.
He loved *hated* that being a bachelor was nothing like he had expected.
He loved *hated* that Elijah would be waiting at the New York airport for him.
He loved *hated* having to admit he was wrong.
He hated those 2 months in L.A.
He loved all the making up they would have to do.
He loved *hated* every single minute and every person he had experienced in L.A because they had brought him back to Elijah.
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: PG-13 for “swearing” and sexually suggestive ..things.
Summary/Warning: Dom and L.A. If you live in L.A., I apologize for the way I’ll probably completely insulted you with this. I’ve never been to L.A. so I have no idea what it’s like, this is just what I imagine it to be like.
Feedback is Appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own L.A., Dom, Or Elijah. Plus, I don’t claim that any of this is true or has ever happened.
He loved *hated* everything about Los Angeles. The almost constant sunlight streaming through his window ever morning. The way it illuminated whichever half naked blonde in his bed.
He loved *hated* the traffic that was everywhere. The beeping horns and fingers flashed at passing drivers.
He loved *hated* the enormous amount of plasticity in the city. Fake breasts, Fake lips wrapped around his cock each night. Life had been overtaken by the promise of fuller lips and thinner waists. Bleached Blonde hair was always on the menu in L.A.
He loved *hated* the way these people would sell their souls for the latest pair of shoes.
He loved *hated* the music scene in L.A. The way that hipsters flocked to whichever new band was trendy.
He loved *hated the way that women flocked to him in clubs or bars. Offering cheesy pickup lines. Inviting him back to their homes. Casually bending over. Cleavage exposed enough to accept the offer.
He loved *hated* the way these women always thought he had played Pippin. He didn’t have the heart to tell them. Pampered faces and perfectly lined lips wouldn’t be able to hide their embarrassment.
He loved *hated* the way that people were so open here. People he just met were willing to tell him their life story. Abusive dad. Alcoholic mom. Raped by her brother at 10 years old. They had no shame.
He loved *hated* that everyone he had met here was so easy to say goodbye to. There was no attachment to these people. They came and went like the tourists. He wouldn’t remember them, but he couldn’t forget. They were a part of him.
He loved *hated* that Elijah was right when he said that Dom could never live here.
He loved *hated* that he had stayed when Elijah became tired of sun and breasts and left for New York.
He loved *hated* that he didn’t follow.
He loved *hated* everyday he had spent without Elijah.
He loved *hated* that he hated L.A. because it was the complete opposite of what Elijah was.
He loved *hated* that being a bachelor was nothing like he had expected.
He loved *hated* that Elijah would be waiting at the New York airport for him.
He loved *hated* having to admit he was wrong.
He hated those 2 months in L.A.
He loved all the making up they would have to do.
He loved *hated* every single minute and every person he had experienced in L.A because they had brought him back to Elijah.