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xxoutofreachxx.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-02-04 09:49 pm
Me. Again.
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: I’m going with PG. (do I EVER write anything beyond pg-13 anyways?)
Summary: A suitcase. Dust. Domlijah. What else can I say?
Feedback is Appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t make claims on anyone’s sexuality, you know writing this over and over again gets really old, or that any of this is true. Who really believes that Dom and Elijah are together anyways? If you do, you probably need help.
Dominic’s suitcase was always in use. Wherever Dom went, his trusty suitcase went with him. It was an old gray bag with a tag that had his contact information written on it. You could never be too prepared. Sean Astin had taught him that. Clothing went into the first zipper compartment, and everything else went into the second. The strap was held together by duct tape and some sad attempts at sewing. It broke when his bag was almost lost in California. Dom had barely noticed that it was broken, he was just thrilled to get his bag back. Of all the things in Dom’s possession, this was the only one that never collected dust.
When you spent almost everyday with the same people for 4 years, there’s bound to be hookups. Dominic knew it coming into New Zealand, it was probably what had convinced him to go. He knew the moment he saw Elijah that he would never be able to say goodbye to him. Dom always had a bad habit of thinking about the end of things before they even began. And he was never good with goodbyes. So his suitcase was packed, and he kissed his mother goodbye. He let dust settle on the first stage of his life, and left to start the next.
They weren’t drunk the first time they were together. They didn’t hesitate or apologize afterwards. It didn’t change their friendship and it certainly wasn’t a one time thing. They knew what each other liked and wanted. Dom would take that any day over a barely legal girl he had met who would fumble with his zipper teasingly and gag when he came. They never said I love you, even if Dom suspected they both wanted to. He remembered every minute with Elijah. Every moan, joke and every argument. Each passing moment they spent together began the gathering of dust on every unspoken “I love you.”
Four years was over before they knew it. Dom didn’t have to pack his suitcase for premieres anymore. It was packed for visits with Elijah, but even those stopped after a year. The phone calls and letters stopped. Their relationship collected dust.
Dom was in New York preparing for The Late Show with David Letterman. His suitcase had been packed. During the interview, he was asked about his Lord of the Rings cast mates. He dusted off his memories and fabricated a story about a get together the day prior. When Dom got back to his hotel room, he called Elijah.
Elijah managed to stumble over to his dust covered phone and pick it up before Dom’s long-awaited voice left his answering machine. He invited Dom to stay with him while he was in town. Elijah threw away and dusted away everything that would show Dom how lost he was without him. He dusted everything except the photo of him and Dom sitting on a table. He had already dusted it off everyday for the past 2 years.
Dom dusted off his heart before he left to see Elijah. He took his trusty suitcase, imagining the day when he would have to say goodbye to Elijah and leave him again.
They didn’t talk about what went wrong. They didn’t tell each other how they felt.
But Elijah asked him if he would stay. Permanently.
Dom didn’t need to ask why.
Dom didn’t need his suitcase anymore and he neglected to clean it when it gathered dust in a closet in Elijah’s apartment.
They were too busy dusting off all the unspoken “I love you's.”
Rating: I’m going with PG. (do I EVER write anything beyond pg-13 anyways?)
Summary: A suitcase. Dust. Domlijah. What else can I say?
Feedback is Appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t make claims on anyone’s sexuality, you know writing this over and over again gets really old, or that any of this is true. Who really believes that Dom and Elijah are together anyways? If you do, you probably need help.
Dominic’s suitcase was always in use. Wherever Dom went, his trusty suitcase went with him. It was an old gray bag with a tag that had his contact information written on it. You could never be too prepared. Sean Astin had taught him that. Clothing went into the first zipper compartment, and everything else went into the second. The strap was held together by duct tape and some sad attempts at sewing. It broke when his bag was almost lost in California. Dom had barely noticed that it was broken, he was just thrilled to get his bag back. Of all the things in Dom’s possession, this was the only one that never collected dust.
When you spent almost everyday with the same people for 4 years, there’s bound to be hookups. Dominic knew it coming into New Zealand, it was probably what had convinced him to go. He knew the moment he saw Elijah that he would never be able to say goodbye to him. Dom always had a bad habit of thinking about the end of things before they even began. And he was never good with goodbyes. So his suitcase was packed, and he kissed his mother goodbye. He let dust settle on the first stage of his life, and left to start the next.
They weren’t drunk the first time they were together. They didn’t hesitate or apologize afterwards. It didn’t change their friendship and it certainly wasn’t a one time thing. They knew what each other liked and wanted. Dom would take that any day over a barely legal girl he had met who would fumble with his zipper teasingly and gag when he came. They never said I love you, even if Dom suspected they both wanted to. He remembered every minute with Elijah. Every moan, joke and every argument. Each passing moment they spent together began the gathering of dust on every unspoken “I love you.”
Four years was over before they knew it. Dom didn’t have to pack his suitcase for premieres anymore. It was packed for visits with Elijah, but even those stopped after a year. The phone calls and letters stopped. Their relationship collected dust.
Dom was in New York preparing for The Late Show with David Letterman. His suitcase had been packed. During the interview, he was asked about his Lord of the Rings cast mates. He dusted off his memories and fabricated a story about a get together the day prior. When Dom got back to his hotel room, he called Elijah.
Elijah managed to stumble over to his dust covered phone and pick it up before Dom’s long-awaited voice left his answering machine. He invited Dom to stay with him while he was in town. Elijah threw away and dusted away everything that would show Dom how lost he was without him. He dusted everything except the photo of him and Dom sitting on a table. He had already dusted it off everyday for the past 2 years.
Dom dusted off his heart before he left to see Elijah. He took his trusty suitcase, imagining the day when he would have to say goodbye to Elijah and leave him again.
They didn’t talk about what went wrong. They didn’t tell each other how they felt.
But Elijah asked him if he would stay. Permanently.
Dom didn’t need to ask why.
Dom didn’t need his suitcase anymore and he neglected to clean it when it gathered dust in a closet in Elijah’s apartment.
They were too busy dusting off all the unspoken “I love you's.”