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fellowshippers2004-02-15 01:18 am
walksbyherself) wrote in fellowshippers2004-02-15 01:18 am
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Hey, everybody. I come bearing fic.
Title: Rain
Rating: PG
Pairing: Davelijah (David/Elijah)
Disclaimer: To the best of my knowledge, this never happened. I don't know these boys or their sexuality. It's fiction, children. Flames will be used to heat my house.
Author's note: This was written as a gift for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iscaris. I thought I should de-lurk from the fandom and share with you all.
Summary:
They’re almost done with the scene when it begins to rain. Crew members start throwing tarps and the odd wind breaker over equipment.
Someone from wardrobe shrieks about the costumes. Elijah looks around for Sean, when suddenly he can’t feel the rain anymore.
He looks up.
Dave is standing there grinning, holding part of Faramir’s cloak over his head as a make shift umbrella.
"Ready to make a run for it?" he asks.
Elijah grins in response and the two start sprinting for the nearest equipment tent. Elijah flies at first, until he realizes that the glue on his thrice-damned feet is letting go from all the water. Now they are worse than running in scuba flippers and it isn’t long before he trips and plummets face first to the ground. He closes his eyes, bracing himself for an impact that never comes.
An arm out in front of him, he’s draped over it like a clothesline, then swungtwistedlifted through the monsoon air and pulled in close under a cloak that smells like wet wool and Middle Earth. Elijah throws his arms around the neck of his rescuer before he ever notices it’s Dave. When he does notice, he wraps his legs around Dave’s waist and tucks his head in against the other man’s collarbone.
"Ready now?" Dave asks. His voice is a rumblethundermovement against Elijah’s cheek. Elijah nods, closing his eyes and wondering how long it will rain.
Then they’re moving again, fast and beautiful, Dave’s arm around his waist still, and Elijah has to bite his tongue to keep from saying what he’s been thinking since Dave showed up on set, smile soft and almost-blush across his cheekbones.
They make it under the overhang and Dave turns sharply and just stands there. Elijah lifts his head and looks out at the downpour holding Dave’s attention.
"Wow," he breathes.
"Yeah," Dave says, only his eyes aren’t on the rain, but on Elijah, "wow."
Elijah thinks for a moment that he shouldn’t, but then what are chances like this if not God telling you that you should? He cranes his neck just slightly and presses his lips to Dave’s. Then the world is this beautiful, impossible man and he could die now and be all right. Dave raises the hand not holding Elijah up and cradles his cheek with it and Elijah knows he will die now, his heart can’t take this. Suddenly he wants his wig off, wants to feel Dave’s fingers in his real hair, wants to feel—
Dave is leaning back, palm still caressing Elijah’s face, but his expression is stunned and unreadable to the young man in his arms. Elijah decides if he starts to cry he can call it rain and dare Dave to contradict him.
"I’m sorry," Elijah says. His voice sounds foreign to his own ears; he wonders if he’s been hanging out with Andy too long or maybe the rain has made him sick and its kicking in already, because he’s doubting his ability to breathe—
"Why?"
Elijah blinks. Any reason he might have had he cannot recall.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Dave says, and kisses him again.
Hours later, lying in bed in the dry warmth of his trailer, Elijah falls asleep listening to the sound of Dave’s breathing and the rain on the roof.
Enjoy. Feeback is much appreciated.
Title: Rain
Rating: PG
Pairing: Davelijah (David/Elijah)
Disclaimer: To the best of my knowledge, this never happened. I don't know these boys or their sexuality. It's fiction, children. Flames will be used to heat my house.
Author's note: This was written as a gift for
iscaris. I thought I should de-lurk from the fandom and share with you all.Summary:
They’re almost done with the scene when it begins to rain. Crew members start throwing tarps and the odd wind breaker over equipment.
Someone from wardrobe shrieks about the costumes. Elijah looks around for Sean, when suddenly he can’t feel the rain anymore.
He looks up.
Dave is standing there grinning, holding part of Faramir’s cloak over his head as a make shift umbrella.
"Ready to make a run for it?" he asks.
Elijah grins in response and the two start sprinting for the nearest equipment tent. Elijah flies at first, until he realizes that the glue on his thrice-damned feet is letting go from all the water. Now they are worse than running in scuba flippers and it isn’t long before he trips and plummets face first to the ground. He closes his eyes, bracing himself for an impact that never comes.
An arm out in front of him, he’s draped over it like a clothesline, then swungtwistedlifted through the monsoon air and pulled in close under a cloak that smells like wet wool and Middle Earth. Elijah throws his arms around the neck of his rescuer before he ever notices it’s Dave. When he does notice, he wraps his legs around Dave’s waist and tucks his head in against the other man’s collarbone.
"Ready now?" Dave asks. His voice is a rumblethundermovement against Elijah’s cheek. Elijah nods, closing his eyes and wondering how long it will rain.
Then they’re moving again, fast and beautiful, Dave’s arm around his waist still, and Elijah has to bite his tongue to keep from saying what he’s been thinking since Dave showed up on set, smile soft and almost-blush across his cheekbones.
They make it under the overhang and Dave turns sharply and just stands there. Elijah lifts his head and looks out at the downpour holding Dave’s attention.
"Wow," he breathes.
"Yeah," Dave says, only his eyes aren’t on the rain, but on Elijah, "wow."
Elijah thinks for a moment that he shouldn’t, but then what are chances like this if not God telling you that you should? He cranes his neck just slightly and presses his lips to Dave’s. Then the world is this beautiful, impossible man and he could die now and be all right. Dave raises the hand not holding Elijah up and cradles his cheek with it and Elijah knows he will die now, his heart can’t take this. Suddenly he wants his wig off, wants to feel Dave’s fingers in his real hair, wants to feel—
Dave is leaning back, palm still caressing Elijah’s face, but his expression is stunned and unreadable to the young man in his arms. Elijah decides if he starts to cry he can call it rain and dare Dave to contradict him.
"I’m sorry," Elijah says. His voice sounds foreign to his own ears; he wonders if he’s been hanging out with Andy too long or maybe the rain has made him sick and its kicking in already, because he’s doubting his ability to breathe—
"Why?"
Elijah blinks. Any reason he might have had he cannot recall.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Dave says, and kisses him again.
Hours later, lying in bed in the dry warmth of his trailer, Elijah falls asleep listening to the sound of Dave’s breathing and the rain on the roof.
Enjoy. Feeback is much appreciated.
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Nice and short *g*
I love rain...
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http://www.livejournal.com/users/isis2222/
the lovely isis2222 has the best pics of david, if you need any inspiration. the man is scalding hot! and so cute and sweet at the same time. {off to plan david's kidnapping, and find another job with which to feed the big lug}
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You praise my fic, you send me yummy!David pictures, AND you have a Viggorli icon!! You're too good to be true!!
In case you're interested, am posting my first completed viggorli piece tonight. Is angsty, but have a longer, less-ansty piece in the almost-done stage. Thanks again!
~Kat
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*friends back*
BTW, here is the angsty piece i mentioned. Enjoy.
~Kat