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Title: A Praise Chorus.
Author: Caiden //![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: Strong R // heavy language, implied sex.
Pairings: Domlijah. Nothing else, for once.
Summary: Dom doesn't ever want to look away from Elijah, because every moment he's not looking at him equals one more memory lost. Dom can't afford to lose any more of those, and Elijah can't remember them.
A/N: Songfic based on "Hallelujah" by Rufus Wainwright. This is long, and I'd post it in two sections, but I feel wrong trying to split it up; so make sure you have some time before reading this.
The title is from the song "A Praise Chorus" by Jimmy Eat World.
Dedicated tochibirhm, because she reminds me to be happy and she sees the world in colour, just as I do. (She'll know what that means.)
Also, there's a bit of a RENT shoutout in there. See if you can find it. ;)
Hopefully this isn't set up in a way that'll confuse you, but just in case:
The regular text is in the past, and the italicized text is the present. You should be able to tell by the tenses, though.
A Praise Chorus
Lyrics by: Rufus Wainwright
I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music,
Do you?
Elijah was concentrating so hard that his glasses were slowly slipping down the bridge of his nose. The tips of his fingers were becoming slippery and his teeth were cutting an indentation into the right corner of his bottom lip. His breathing was shallow, and his brows were furrowed.
“Christ, Wood, you’re just playing the piano,” Dom said, setting his football magazine down on the couch. Elijah ignored him. Sighing, Dom stood up and made his way over to the black grand, which was reflecting the rain soaked window on its top; it made for an interesting pattern. He stood behind Elijah, bending down slightly to tickle his ear with minty breath.
Elijah went sharp. “Fuck, Dom! You know I can’t play with you standing there watching over me like some goddamned… oh. Oh, do that again.”
“You mean this?” Dom asked, blowing softly in Elijah’s ear. “Or this?” he blew and then nipped. “Or maybe this?” he blew, nipped, and licked.
“Uhn.” Thunder crashed.
“Yeah?”
“Uhn.” Lightning struck.
“You match the piano, you know,” Dom thought aloud, observing Elijah’s outfit as he was getting down on his knees; Elijah’s neck was much easier to get at from there. “All black,” a bite, more thunder, “and white,” suck and nibble, “and—“
“And red,” Elijah cut in. Thunder clashed so fiercely overhead that it sent a quick vibration through the apartment. He put his fingers to middle C and wiped the blood off of the ivory key. “I must’ve been biting my lip.” He made to reach for his lips, but Dom’s fingers were already there.
“You were,” he whispered.
Lightning struck with vengeance and the lights went out.
It goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing
Hallelujah.
“Where do you think he is?”
“I don’t know.”
“Thanks for all your help.”
“Well!”
“I know, sorry… where do you think he is?”
“Dom!”
“Billy!”
“Dom!”
“Billy!”
“Dom!”
“Bi—oh wait, I have another caller.”
“Elijah?”
“Nope. Don’t recognize the number. Should I answer it?”
“Might as well.”
“Mmkay. It’s probably just a telemarketer, or something… hello?”
“Mr Dominic Monaghan?”
“That’s me.”
“Hello, this is Jennifer Braud from St Mary’s Hospital. Do you know a Mr Elijah Wood?”
“Yes… why?”
“Are you available at the moment?”
“What happened to him?”
“Sir, are you available at the moment?”
“Yes, is he alive?”
“Do you know where we’re located?”
“I can find out. Is he okay?”
“Could you please come down here, Mr Monaghan? We need you to sign some paperwork… Mr Monaghan?”
“Yeah, yeah… I’ll be there soon.”
“Thank you.”
“… Billy?”
“Dom?”
“It wasn’t Elijah.”
Dom sits down on the couch, a large shoebox in his lap, and motions for Elijah to sit next to him. Elijah smiles and complies, sitting down and petting the couch like it’s one of their dogs.
“This is nice.”
“You bought it.”
“Did I? I have good taste.” Elijah leans back into the soft, red fabric. “It’s sort of bright, though.”
Dom nods and takes the lid off of the box. “I want you to look at something,” he says and pulls a handful of photographs out. “Maybe they’ll help you remember.”
Elijah smiles a sad smile. He’s not stupid. He knows what’s happened to him, and he knows how much it burdens those around him. He also knows how surreal this will be, to look at all of these moments he can’t remember ever living. “That’d be nice.”
Dom clears his throat. “Right then, let’s get started.” He points at the top picture. “There’s you, and me, and Billy—he’s a great guy, you’ll meet him tomorrow—getting ready to go surfing.”
“Why do I look so nervous?”
“It was your first time.”
“I see. Where were we, again?”
“New Zealand. Lord of the Rings.”
“Oh… oh, I—yes, I remember you telling me about that.”
Dom hands Elijah that picture and moves on to the next. “Here we are actually surfing. Sean took the picture. He’s a great pal as well. You loved him very much.”
“Like I loved you?” Elijah asks and rests his index finger on top of Dom’s face in the photograph he’s holding.
Dom pauses for a moment. ‘Loved’ sounds so foreign to his ears, and he’s taken aback by how vile it sounds. “No. Not like you love me,” he says, putting extra emphasis on the love.
“Not so fast there, mister,” Elijah laughs and pokes Dom’s side. “I hardly know you. How can I love you already?”
Even though Dom knows Elijah is just taking the piss out of him, he can’t bring himself to enjoy the joke. Elijah frowns.
“Were you always this uptight?” he asks and takes some of the pictures from Dom. “No, no, you looked pretty happy to me.” He flips through them.
“I am happy… I’m just—stressed.”
Elijah sniffs and pulls Dom into his arms.
“I know… I know.”
Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw him bathing on the roof
His beauty and the moonlight
Overthrew you.
By the time Dom entered the hospital he was running. His mind was racing, but he couldn’t make out any of the thoughts. Everything was a blur, and his sight was starting to go, too. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t hear anything except his pulse exploding out of his ears.
“I’m Mr Monaghan—er, Dominic Monaghan,” he panted, grasping onto the edge of the secretary’s counter in the waiting room.
“I need two forms of identification, please,” the secretary said, not looking up.
Dom dug in his pockets for his wallet. Eventually he found it, and then held up his driver’s license and his green card for inspection. She only glanced over the license, but took the green card from him. “I’m sorry, it’s the only other thing I have,” he said, trying to catch his breath.
The brunette smiled and Dom wanted to kick her in the face. She handed him his green card and a clipboard with a thick stack of white papers on top. “Mr Wood has you put down as his primary emergency contact. If you could just sign these release forms, we can get him in where he needs to be.”
Dom got halfway through signing his name before he stopped. “So, he is alive, then?”
The lady raised an eyebrow. “Of course he is. We wouldn’t have you signing these if he was dead. That’d be kind of pointless, don’t you think?”
Dom didn’t respond, just went back to filling out the paperwork. He figured working in the hospital for so long—the secretary’s face was worn thin and her hair was graying. She looked the perfect picture of cold-blooded exhaustion—must’ve made her into such an icy bitch. That didn’t mean, of course, that he still didn’t want to kick her in the face.
“Can I see him?” he asked, handing the clipboard back to her.
She sighed. “I don’t know if the doctor wants him to have visitors right now, but let me page him. Sit down over there, please,” she said, pointing to a row of chairs backed flush up against the wall.
Elijah dreams.
It’s darkness. He stands perfectly still; there’s something warm on his neck. In the time it takes for him to register this he realizes that he’s being guided up a flight of stairs. They’re old, and rusted, but his captor knows them well.
Elijah’s saying something; he’s laughing and pulling half-heartedly at the hands over his eyes. And then the colour returns. Everything is bathed in a mix of blue and purple, but he can make out the person in front of him, and the skyline, and that glowing orb must be the sun. His captor whispers something to him, which sends him into a spree of giggles that sail over the city and call to the birds to sing with him.
And then he’s being kissed, and he’s kissing back, and it feels like silk. Or possibly chocolate mousse, so he’d better kiss a little longer and deeper just to be sure. No, definitely silk. He’s being led again, and again he can’t see, but this time it’s of his own free will. His eyes are closed as his hands are roaming.
Elijah is suddenly very wet. He opens his eyes and he’s in a bathtub, naked. His captor is there, naked as well. The blue and the purple are gone now, and he can see in every colour. He wants to close his eyes because it’s all so bright, but he can’t. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t ever want to take his eyes off of the person in front of him.
Elijah doesn’t understand why he feels this way. He doesn’t know where he is, and he doesn’t seem to mind, because now things are fading away. The lines blur and everything is fuzzy; soft like a bright red couch.
He tied you to a kitchen chair
He broke your throne
And he cut your hair
And from your lips he drew
The Hallelujah.
Dom shifted in his chair and changed the channel. Leave it to a hospital to only have inspirational channels come in properly, he thought bitterly. He could probably use the uplifting messages of large, black women with resounding voices and skinny white men preaching in outlandish tuxes; he doesn’t want to listen, though, as that’d just be a reminder as to why he was sitting in an empty hospital room and staring at the place where Elijah’s body used to be.
His cell phone rang.
“Sean,” he answered wearily. Thank god for caller-id.
“How is he?” Sean asked, his voice quiet.
“I don’t know. He’s been in surgery for,” Dom checked his watch. “For three hours. Shit, Sean, why do you think it’s taking so long?”
“I don’t know,” Sean said after a pause. “Did you ever find out what happened? I mean, was it that serious?”
“A nurse came in and told me. He… god, it just seems so—“
“I know,” Sean said. Dom thought he could hear his little girl talking in the background. “It’s hard, I know, but please, Dom. It’s bad enough that I can’t be there right now, but I’m freaking out being here completely in the dark.”
“Sorry,” Dom apologized, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. “He was on the set for his new film, you know, the one with the concentration camp? Right, apparently they were filming one of the labor scenes and an extra swung back too hard and his mallet hit Elijah right in the head.”
Sean gasped. Dom wanted to cry, but he didn’t think he had any tears left to shed.
“But… but he’s okay?” Sean asked. “I mean, he’ll live.”
“He will.”
“Well, that’s the best news I’ve heard all day,” Sean said, and Dom heard his smile through the phone.
“You’re way too optimistic, Sean.”
“Thanks.”
“When will you be here?”
“A week-and-a-half.”
“That’s the earliest you can fly in?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Alright.” Dom sighed and hung up the phone, not even bothering to give Sean a formal goodbye. Sean would understand, though. Hopefully. Either way it didn’t really matter, because Elijah had been in surgery for three hours and Dom was about to go out of his fucking mind, assuming it was possible to do that twice. He’d almost had a nervous breakdown in the waiting room.
Dom shivered and closed his eyes. Once he finally fell asleep he was troubled with reds and blacks and whites and Elijah leaving him with blood in the corner of his mouth.
Maybe I’ve been here before
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone
Before I knew you.
“Where’s the bathroom?” Elijah asks, standing up.
“Down the hall right there, first door on the left.” Dom nods to his left.
“Thanks.”
Dom watches Elijah’s retreating back and then returns to the photographs. The top picture is of Sean carrying Elijah on his back. Elijah was grinning like an idiot because he was drunk, plain and simple. Dom remembers that night perfectly. Dom remembers everything lately, almost as if his memory is trying to work for him and Elijah both.
He thinks of Sean, and what he would be doing right now. He pulls out a pen and positions it over his hand. After a moment of hesitation he begins to write:
1. No more smoking.
2. Smiles more.
3. Chance to fix other bad habits—not putting things away, etc.
4.
“What’re you doing?”
Dom is surprised when Elijah sits back down next to him and grabs his hand. He accidentally marks Elijah’s arm with the pen. Dom winces. He doesn’t know why, but he thinks that this Elijah will be mad. But he isn’t. He laughs and takes the pen from Dom and retaliates with a smirk.
“Now we’re even.” Elijah smiles and kisses Dom on the cheek. The latter doesn’t know how to respond, and so he stares. “What?” Elijah squirms. “I’ve done that before, right?”
“Um, yes.” Dom shakes his head slightly to clear his hesitation. “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to, er, bounce back this quickly. To be honest, I’m not sure I’m entirely ready.”
“Oh.” Elijah looks back at the pictures.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken
Hallelujah.
It could just be the sunlight streaming in through the open windows, but Dom thinks he looks much more innocent now. He feels bad, like he’s scolded a child who really did nothing wrong.
“No, it’s okay. You’re allowed.”
Elijah smiles. “What else am I allowed to do?”
“Well,” Dom says thoughtfully and pulls Elijah close to him. “This.” He lifts Elijah’s chin up and kisses him softly, slowly sucking on each lip in turn. Elijah hasn’t lost all his memories, because he still remembers how to kiss; his tongue is pushing Dom’s lips apart. “And this.” Dom reaches up underneath Elijah’s shirt. He responds with some sort of hybrid between a giggle and a moan, and then moves his mouth up Dom’s asymmetrical jaw line, offering up his neck for further investigation. When he takes Dom’s earlobe into his mouth Dom freezes.
Inside of his head there is piano music and a missed note; over and over again the note falls sharp. Dom squeezes his eyes shut harder and tries to block out the music, tries to block out the last real memory he has of Elijah before the accident.
Elijah doesn’t seem to notice, though, because he sighs contentedly and snuggles up close to Dom. He tucks his head underneath Dom’s chin and says, “You know something? I still really don’t even know you, but you were right before.”
“I was?” Dom whispers as the music fades away.
“Yep. I don’t ‘loved’ you.”
Dom chuckles.
“I love you.”
There was a time you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show it to me,
Do you?
“Oh Dom,” Billy hugged like he’d never hugged before. “How are you doing?”
“How do I look?” Dom asked, hooking his hands at the base of Billy’s neck.
“Like shite.”
“That’s exactly how I feel.”
Billy smiled and encompassed Dom once more. “It’s so good to see you, even under the circumstances. We can’t go this long apart ever again.”
“Agreed,” Dom said, pulling away. “Do you want to see him?”
“Yes,” Billy answered without hesitation, which was more than Dom could have said for himself. They walked slowly down the hallway. “How’d the surgery go?”
“Well. He’s sleeping, has been all night.”
“Poor bugger.”
“Yeah… he looks fucked, too, just to warn you,” Dom said, his hand placed precariously on the door leading into intensive care.
“I’d be worried if he didn’t.” Billy smiled, and Dom was reminded—yet again—why he loved this man so much.
“Ready?”
“For Christ’s sake, open the door!” Billy said in a stage whisper, giving Dom a small tickle before pushing through himself. “Oh.” He looked like he’d just been hit over the head as well. He looked back at Dom and swallowed.
“It doesn’t even look like him, does it?” Dom asked, putting his arm around Billy’s waist. Billy opened his mouth many times, but nothing came out.
“Has—has Sean been yet?” Billy asked as his first tear dropped off of his chin.
“No, and he won’t be here for another week at least,” Dom said, and he wasn’t surprised that he couldn’t keep the anger out of his voice.
“What about his parents? Hannah?” Billy was standing at the edge of the bed now and taking in every inch of Elijah’s dark, bruised face, much like Dom had been doing for three hours before going to get a coffee, in regards to his sanity, and seeing Billy walk through the front doors.
“His mum is flying in tonight, Hannah can’t be reached because she’s doing that service project in Peru, and his father doesn’t know.”
“You didn’t call his father?” Billy asked, turning around and looking at Dom with wide eyes.
“He hates his father. He only visits him to keep him from filing a lawsuit or some other publicity stunt.”
“Still…” Billy turned back to Elijah. “I just—I just think he should be here.”
“You know, it’s not really your decision, Billy,” Dom snapped.
“And it’s so obviously yours,” Billy mutters.
“Yes! Yes, it is!” Dom exclaimed, forgetting the hundreds of promises he made to keep quiet in order to be allowed to stay in Elijah’s room.
“Why? Because you’re fucking him? You think that gives you authority over his family?” Billy didn’t know where this anger was coming from, and it scared him; so he stopped talking and left the room quickly. If he was still crying he didn’t notice it, although the moist heat on his cheeks told his subconscious he probably was.
Dom sighed and his body shook with the effort. He leaned over Elijah’s face and narrowed his eyes.
“This is all your fault. You know that, right?”
Elijah opened his eyes.
I remember when I moved in you
Your holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew
Was Hallelujah.
Elijah lets his head rest coyly against the doorframe. Dom looks up from his book and smiles.
“Ready for bed?”
Elijah nods and makes his way slowly over to the low bed with the leather headboard. He’s looking around the room, taking everything in via retina and iris and pupil. His brain takes those images and turns them right side up for him, and Elijah is thankful.
When he gets to the bed he notices the sheets are wrinkled, and says so.
“They got a lot of use,” Dom says and smiles impishly as he puts his book on the nightstand.
Elijah frowns as he crawls into bed. “Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” Dom asks.
“Use words like ‘got’ and ‘had’ and ‘were’ and ‘used to be’?”
Dom doesn’t know how to answer, so he says nothing at all except a silent apology involving his lips and Elijah’s temple. It’s still somewhat bruised, but Elijah is tough and doesn’t flinch.
The two settle underneath the sheets and Dom turns off the lights. He’d like to spoon, but he’s not sure if Elijah would let him. They lay in silence for a few minutes, and just when Dom is sure that the other has fallen asleep, he speaks.
“Was I kinky?”
Dom can’t help but laugh, and soon Elijah joins in.
“Do you want the truth?”
“Of course, you cunt,” Elijah smirks and remembers Dom informing him of his more obvious mannerisms over dinner.
“Yes,” Dom lies, sort of. Elijah was kinky, but only with himself—a masturbation fetish or something. That’d always bugged Dom, he’d always considered himself to be cheated, and so now he feels a little payback won’t do too much harm.
“Mmm, I thought so.” Elijah licks his lips and turns over. He walks his fingers across Dom’s bare collarbone. “Will you show me?”
“Will you beg for it?”
Elijah grabs Dom’s face and holds it very, very close. Their lips are touching, but just barely. He stares directly into Dom’s eyes.
“Will you make me?”
Maybe there’s a God above
And all I ever learned from love,
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
A few days later Elijah was up and functioning again. Dom was thankful and very proud at how fast he was recovering, but he was insanely mad, too. He wasn’t sure who he was mad at, but oh god.
Amnesia. Can’t remember anything before the accident, the doctor had told him. Dom had added him to his People I’d Like To Kick In The Face list.
The worst was probably when Dom had went in to say hello with Elijah’s mom, and he’d started to scream and demanded they get out of his room. If Dom felt this low he couldn’t even begin to imagine how Elijah’s mother must feel.
“To not have your own son recognize you… there aren’t any proper words for that,” Billy said over his French onion soup. Him and Dom had made up, of course. It’d been necessary for Elijah that they not be fighting, regardless of whether or not Elijah even knew who they were.
“This fucking sucks, Billy.”
Billy didn’t say anything for a while.
“I don’t know what to say anymore, Dom. I’m sorry. But… but I’m sure things will get better. Maybe the amnesia is temporary.”
“With my luck? Doubt it.” Dom poked at his pastrami and cupped his chin with his left hand.
“Well, you should start thinking of ways you can help him along. Show him pictures, let him watch the movies he’s been in. Tell him every story you can remember. And I’ll help, too. We’ll all help, I’m sure.”
Dom sighed. “Thanks Bill. You’ll always be my best mate, you know.”
Billy smiled. “You’re such an idiot, Dom.”
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken
Hallelujah.
Dom really needed to stop thinking of the post-accident Elijah as someone new. Granted, he was almost completely different, but Elijah was still there. He was hiding, and doing an excellent job at it, but Dom knew that if he poked and coaxed around enough he could find him. Then everything would be back to normal; Elijah could go back to concentrating way too hard on playing that song and Dom could finish his football magazine.
“This is New York City,” Dom said as he drove Elijah home. “We live here.”
“Really? I never would have guessed, considering the license plate and my driver’s license and everything,” Elijah sneered. The drugs had made him cranky, and he was still on edge about going home with someone he really couldn’t remember.
“This’d be a lot easier if you’d lose the goddamned shitty attitude,” Dom snapped. They were both on edge. Elijah had blatantly refused to go home with Dom when the doctor said he was free to leave. It’d taken hours of convincing and pep talks to convince him that they really were dating and had been for a long time. Dom was, despite his better judgment and maturity, incredibly insulted.
Elijah sighed and scooted down into his seat. “This is weird.”
“Very weird,” Dom thought aloud.
“Fucking weird.”
Elijah laughed, completely spur of the moment.
“What’s so funny?” Dom asked, still annoyed.
“This whole situation! I mean, look at us! Look at me!” Elijah flailed his arms dramatically and sat back up. Dom raised an eyebrow. “I mean, how stupid can I be, really? I wake up in the hospital, you and some other people tell me I know you, and I just follow right along! Talk about your gullibility.”
“You didn’t exactly ‘just follow right along’.” Dom turned the Mini Cooper right. “You were actually quite an arse for a few hours.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Oh… I don’t remember.” Elijah looked out the window.
Dom’s face softened as a KFC sign came into view. “Do you want something to eat?”
“That’d be nice. Thank you, Dom.”
Elijah smiled.
The first thing he did when he entered the apartment was sit down at the piano. Later, when Dom would ask him why he did that, he wouldn’t know what to say except that he felt compelled to do so, and any feelings were worth something, right?
“This looks expensive,” Elijah remarked, running his fingers over the keys.
“It was a birthday present from me to you.”
Elijah’s eyes sparkled. “When’s my next birthday?”
Dom laughed. “Not for a while. It’s February twenty-second today. Your birthday was January twenty-eighth. You’re twenty-three.”
Elijah furrowed his brows. “I… I think I knew that. I think I remembered that.” He looked at Dom and his eyes were shimmering.
“Congratulations,” Dom whispered because he was unable to bring himself to talk any louder. Maybe this wouldn’t be as hard as he thought. “Hate to ruin the moment,” Dom said, smiling sheepishly, “but I really have to take a piss. Be right back, Elwood.” Halfway down the hallway Dom called back, “Oh yeah, that’s one of your nicknames: Elwood.”
When Dom came back into the room with the piano and his broken boyfriend, he was surprised to hear Elijah humming. His fingers were still hovering over the keys and his eyes were closed. It took Dom a moment, but he recognized the tune. It was the song Elijah had been playing before… before.
He got every note right, until Dom was standing directly behind him, his body shaking.
Elijah went sharp.
In.
Hallelujah.
Out.
Hallelujah.
Up.
Hallelujah.
Down.
Hallelujah.
Inhale.
Hallelujah.
Exhale.
Hallelujah.
Forget.
Hallelujah.
Remember.
Hallelujah.
domlijahTitle: A Praise Chorus.
Author: Caiden //
varietyshowRating: Strong R // heavy language, implied sex.
Pairings: Domlijah. Nothing else, for once.
Summary: Dom doesn't ever want to look away from Elijah, because every moment he's not looking at him equals one more memory lost. Dom can't afford to lose any more of those, and Elijah can't remember them.
A/N: Songfic based on "Hallelujah" by Rufus Wainwright. This is long, and I'd post it in two sections, but I feel wrong trying to split it up; so make sure you have some time before reading this.
The title is from the song "A Praise Chorus" by Jimmy Eat World.
Dedicated to
chibirhm, because she reminds me to be happy and she sees the world in colour, just as I do. (She'll know what that means.) Also, there's a bit of a RENT shoutout in there. See if you can find it. ;)
Hopefully this isn't set up in a way that'll confuse you, but just in case:
The regular text is in the past, and the italicized text is the present. You should be able to tell by the tenses, though.
Lyrics by: Rufus Wainwright
I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music,
Do you?
Elijah was concentrating so hard that his glasses were slowly slipping down the bridge of his nose. The tips of his fingers were becoming slippery and his teeth were cutting an indentation into the right corner of his bottom lip. His breathing was shallow, and his brows were furrowed.
“Christ, Wood, you’re just playing the piano,” Dom said, setting his football magazine down on the couch. Elijah ignored him. Sighing, Dom stood up and made his way over to the black grand, which was reflecting the rain soaked window on its top; it made for an interesting pattern. He stood behind Elijah, bending down slightly to tickle his ear with minty breath.
Elijah went sharp. “Fuck, Dom! You know I can’t play with you standing there watching over me like some goddamned… oh. Oh, do that again.”
“You mean this?” Dom asked, blowing softly in Elijah’s ear. “Or this?” he blew and then nipped. “Or maybe this?” he blew, nipped, and licked.
“Uhn.” Thunder crashed.
“Yeah?”
“Uhn.” Lightning struck.
“You match the piano, you know,” Dom thought aloud, observing Elijah’s outfit as he was getting down on his knees; Elijah’s neck was much easier to get at from there. “All black,” a bite, more thunder, “and white,” suck and nibble, “and—“
“And red,” Elijah cut in. Thunder clashed so fiercely overhead that it sent a quick vibration through the apartment. He put his fingers to middle C and wiped the blood off of the ivory key. “I must’ve been biting my lip.” He made to reach for his lips, but Dom’s fingers were already there.
“You were,” he whispered.
Lightning struck with vengeance and the lights went out.
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing
Hallelujah.
“Where do you think he is?”
“I don’t know.”
“Thanks for all your help.”
“Well!”
“I know, sorry… where do you think he is?”
“Dom!”
“Billy!”
“Dom!”
“Billy!”
“Dom!”
“Bi—oh wait, I have another caller.”
“Elijah?”
“Nope. Don’t recognize the number. Should I answer it?”
“Might as well.”
“Mmkay. It’s probably just a telemarketer, or something… hello?”
“Mr Dominic Monaghan?”
“That’s me.”
“Hello, this is Jennifer Braud from St Mary’s Hospital. Do you know a Mr Elijah Wood?”
“Yes… why?”
“Are you available at the moment?”
“What happened to him?”
“Sir, are you available at the moment?”
“Yes, is he alive?”
“Do you know where we’re located?”
“I can find out. Is he okay?”
“Could you please come down here, Mr Monaghan? We need you to sign some paperwork… Mr Monaghan?”
“Yeah, yeah… I’ll be there soon.”
“Thank you.”
“… Billy?”
“Dom?”
“It wasn’t Elijah.”
Dom sits down on the couch, a large shoebox in his lap, and motions for Elijah to sit next to him. Elijah smiles and complies, sitting down and petting the couch like it’s one of their dogs.
“This is nice.”
“You bought it.”
“Did I? I have good taste.” Elijah leans back into the soft, red fabric. “It’s sort of bright, though.”
Dom nods and takes the lid off of the box. “I want you to look at something,” he says and pulls a handful of photographs out. “Maybe they’ll help you remember.”
Elijah smiles a sad smile. He’s not stupid. He knows what’s happened to him, and he knows how much it burdens those around him. He also knows how surreal this will be, to look at all of these moments he can’t remember ever living. “That’d be nice.”
Dom clears his throat. “Right then, let’s get started.” He points at the top picture. “There’s you, and me, and Billy—he’s a great guy, you’ll meet him tomorrow—getting ready to go surfing.”
“Why do I look so nervous?”
“It was your first time.”
“I see. Where were we, again?”
“New Zealand. Lord of the Rings.”
“Oh… oh, I—yes, I remember you telling me about that.”
Dom hands Elijah that picture and moves on to the next. “Here we are actually surfing. Sean took the picture. He’s a great pal as well. You loved him very much.”
“Like I loved you?” Elijah asks and rests his index finger on top of Dom’s face in the photograph he’s holding.
Dom pauses for a moment. ‘Loved’ sounds so foreign to his ears, and he’s taken aback by how vile it sounds. “No. Not like you love me,” he says, putting extra emphasis on the love.
“Not so fast there, mister,” Elijah laughs and pokes Dom’s side. “I hardly know you. How can I love you already?”
Even though Dom knows Elijah is just taking the piss out of him, he can’t bring himself to enjoy the joke. Elijah frowns.
“Were you always this uptight?” he asks and takes some of the pictures from Dom. “No, no, you looked pretty happy to me.” He flips through them.
“I am happy… I’m just—stressed.”
Elijah sniffs and pulls Dom into his arms.
“I know… I know.”
You saw him bathing on the roof
His beauty and the moonlight
Overthrew you.
By the time Dom entered the hospital he was running. His mind was racing, but he couldn’t make out any of the thoughts. Everything was a blur, and his sight was starting to go, too. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t hear anything except his pulse exploding out of his ears.
“I’m Mr Monaghan—er, Dominic Monaghan,” he panted, grasping onto the edge of the secretary’s counter in the waiting room.
“I need two forms of identification, please,” the secretary said, not looking up.
Dom dug in his pockets for his wallet. Eventually he found it, and then held up his driver’s license and his green card for inspection. She only glanced over the license, but took the green card from him. “I’m sorry, it’s the only other thing I have,” he said, trying to catch his breath.
The brunette smiled and Dom wanted to kick her in the face. She handed him his green card and a clipboard with a thick stack of white papers on top. “Mr Wood has you put down as his primary emergency contact. If you could just sign these release forms, we can get him in where he needs to be.”
Dom got halfway through signing his name before he stopped. “So, he is alive, then?”
The lady raised an eyebrow. “Of course he is. We wouldn’t have you signing these if he was dead. That’d be kind of pointless, don’t you think?”
Dom didn’t respond, just went back to filling out the paperwork. He figured working in the hospital for so long—the secretary’s face was worn thin and her hair was graying. She looked the perfect picture of cold-blooded exhaustion—must’ve made her into such an icy bitch. That didn’t mean, of course, that he still didn’t want to kick her in the face.
“Can I see him?” he asked, handing the clipboard back to her.
She sighed. “I don’t know if the doctor wants him to have visitors right now, but let me page him. Sit down over there, please,” she said, pointing to a row of chairs backed flush up against the wall.
Elijah dreams.
It’s darkness. He stands perfectly still; there’s something warm on his neck. In the time it takes for him to register this he realizes that he’s being guided up a flight of stairs. They’re old, and rusted, but his captor knows them well.
Elijah’s saying something; he’s laughing and pulling half-heartedly at the hands over his eyes. And then the colour returns. Everything is bathed in a mix of blue and purple, but he can make out the person in front of him, and the skyline, and that glowing orb must be the sun. His captor whispers something to him, which sends him into a spree of giggles that sail over the city and call to the birds to sing with him.
And then he’s being kissed, and he’s kissing back, and it feels like silk. Or possibly chocolate mousse, so he’d better kiss a little longer and deeper just to be sure. No, definitely silk. He’s being led again, and again he can’t see, but this time it’s of his own free will. His eyes are closed as his hands are roaming.
Elijah is suddenly very wet. He opens his eyes and he’s in a bathtub, naked. His captor is there, naked as well. The blue and the purple are gone now, and he can see in every colour. He wants to close his eyes because it’s all so bright, but he can’t. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t ever want to take his eyes off of the person in front of him.
Elijah doesn’t understand why he feels this way. He doesn’t know where he is, and he doesn’t seem to mind, because now things are fading away. The lines blur and everything is fuzzy; soft like a bright red couch.
He broke your throne
And he cut your hair
And from your lips he drew
The Hallelujah.
Dom shifted in his chair and changed the channel. Leave it to a hospital to only have inspirational channels come in properly, he thought bitterly. He could probably use the uplifting messages of large, black women with resounding voices and skinny white men preaching in outlandish tuxes; he doesn’t want to listen, though, as that’d just be a reminder as to why he was sitting in an empty hospital room and staring at the place where Elijah’s body used to be.
His cell phone rang.
“Sean,” he answered wearily. Thank god for caller-id.
“How is he?” Sean asked, his voice quiet.
“I don’t know. He’s been in surgery for,” Dom checked his watch. “For three hours. Shit, Sean, why do you think it’s taking so long?”
“I don’t know,” Sean said after a pause. “Did you ever find out what happened? I mean, was it that serious?”
“A nurse came in and told me. He… god, it just seems so—“
“I know,” Sean said. Dom thought he could hear his little girl talking in the background. “It’s hard, I know, but please, Dom. It’s bad enough that I can’t be there right now, but I’m freaking out being here completely in the dark.”
“Sorry,” Dom apologized, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. “He was on the set for his new film, you know, the one with the concentration camp? Right, apparently they were filming one of the labor scenes and an extra swung back too hard and his mallet hit Elijah right in the head.”
Sean gasped. Dom wanted to cry, but he didn’t think he had any tears left to shed.
“But… but he’s okay?” Sean asked. “I mean, he’ll live.”
“He will.”
“Well, that’s the best news I’ve heard all day,” Sean said, and Dom heard his smile through the phone.
“You’re way too optimistic, Sean.”
“Thanks.”
“When will you be here?”
“A week-and-a-half.”
“That’s the earliest you can fly in?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Alright.” Dom sighed and hung up the phone, not even bothering to give Sean a formal goodbye. Sean would understand, though. Hopefully. Either way it didn’t really matter, because Elijah had been in surgery for three hours and Dom was about to go out of his fucking mind, assuming it was possible to do that twice. He’d almost had a nervous breakdown in the waiting room.
Dom shivered and closed his eyes. Once he finally fell asleep he was troubled with reds and blacks and whites and Elijah leaving him with blood in the corner of his mouth.
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone
Before I knew you.
“Where’s the bathroom?” Elijah asks, standing up.
“Down the hall right there, first door on the left.” Dom nods to his left.
“Thanks.”
Dom watches Elijah’s retreating back and then returns to the photographs. The top picture is of Sean carrying Elijah on his back. Elijah was grinning like an idiot because he was drunk, plain and simple. Dom remembers that night perfectly. Dom remembers everything lately, almost as if his memory is trying to work for him and Elijah both.
He thinks of Sean, and what he would be doing right now. He pulls out a pen and positions it over his hand. After a moment of hesitation he begins to write:
1. No more smoking.
2. Smiles more.
3. Chance to fix other bad habits—not putting things away, etc.
4.
“What’re you doing?”
Dom is surprised when Elijah sits back down next to him and grabs his hand. He accidentally marks Elijah’s arm with the pen. Dom winces. He doesn’t know why, but he thinks that this Elijah will be mad. But he isn’t. He laughs and takes the pen from Dom and retaliates with a smirk.
“Now we’re even.” Elijah smiles and kisses Dom on the cheek. The latter doesn’t know how to respond, and so he stares. “What?” Elijah squirms. “I’ve done that before, right?”
“Um, yes.” Dom shakes his head slightly to clear his hesitation. “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to, er, bounce back this quickly. To be honest, I’m not sure I’m entirely ready.”
“Oh.” Elijah looks back at the pictures.
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken
Hallelujah.
It could just be the sunlight streaming in through the open windows, but Dom thinks he looks much more innocent now. He feels bad, like he’s scolded a child who really did nothing wrong.
“No, it’s okay. You’re allowed.”
Elijah smiles. “What else am I allowed to do?”
“Well,” Dom says thoughtfully and pulls Elijah close to him. “This.” He lifts Elijah’s chin up and kisses him softly, slowly sucking on each lip in turn. Elijah hasn’t lost all his memories, because he still remembers how to kiss; his tongue is pushing Dom’s lips apart. “And this.” Dom reaches up underneath Elijah’s shirt. He responds with some sort of hybrid between a giggle and a moan, and then moves his mouth up Dom’s asymmetrical jaw line, offering up his neck for further investigation. When he takes Dom’s earlobe into his mouth Dom freezes.
Inside of his head there is piano music and a missed note; over and over again the note falls sharp. Dom squeezes his eyes shut harder and tries to block out the music, tries to block out the last real memory he has of Elijah before the accident.
Elijah doesn’t seem to notice, though, because he sighs contentedly and snuggles up close to Dom. He tucks his head underneath Dom’s chin and says, “You know something? I still really don’t even know you, but you were right before.”
“I was?” Dom whispers as the music fades away.
“Yep. I don’t ‘loved’ you.”
Dom chuckles.
“I love you.”
What’s really going on below
But now you never show it to me,
Do you?
“Oh Dom,” Billy hugged like he’d never hugged before. “How are you doing?”
“How do I look?” Dom asked, hooking his hands at the base of Billy’s neck.
“Like shite.”
“That’s exactly how I feel.”
Billy smiled and encompassed Dom once more. “It’s so good to see you, even under the circumstances. We can’t go this long apart ever again.”
“Agreed,” Dom said, pulling away. “Do you want to see him?”
“Yes,” Billy answered without hesitation, which was more than Dom could have said for himself. They walked slowly down the hallway. “How’d the surgery go?”
“Well. He’s sleeping, has been all night.”
“Poor bugger.”
“Yeah… he looks fucked, too, just to warn you,” Dom said, his hand placed precariously on the door leading into intensive care.
“I’d be worried if he didn’t.” Billy smiled, and Dom was reminded—yet again—why he loved this man so much.
“Ready?”
“For Christ’s sake, open the door!” Billy said in a stage whisper, giving Dom a small tickle before pushing through himself. “Oh.” He looked like he’d just been hit over the head as well. He looked back at Dom and swallowed.
“It doesn’t even look like him, does it?” Dom asked, putting his arm around Billy’s waist. Billy opened his mouth many times, but nothing came out.
“Has—has Sean been yet?” Billy asked as his first tear dropped off of his chin.
“No, and he won’t be here for another week at least,” Dom said, and he wasn’t surprised that he couldn’t keep the anger out of his voice.
“What about his parents? Hannah?” Billy was standing at the edge of the bed now and taking in every inch of Elijah’s dark, bruised face, much like Dom had been doing for three hours before going to get a coffee, in regards to his sanity, and seeing Billy walk through the front doors.
“His mum is flying in tonight, Hannah can’t be reached because she’s doing that service project in Peru, and his father doesn’t know.”
“You didn’t call his father?” Billy asked, turning around and looking at Dom with wide eyes.
“He hates his father. He only visits him to keep him from filing a lawsuit or some other publicity stunt.”
“Still…” Billy turned back to Elijah. “I just—I just think he should be here.”
“You know, it’s not really your decision, Billy,” Dom snapped.
“And it’s so obviously yours,” Billy mutters.
“Yes! Yes, it is!” Dom exclaimed, forgetting the hundreds of promises he made to keep quiet in order to be allowed to stay in Elijah’s room.
“Why? Because you’re fucking him? You think that gives you authority over his family?” Billy didn’t know where this anger was coming from, and it scared him; so he stopped talking and left the room quickly. If he was still crying he didn’t notice it, although the moist heat on his cheeks told his subconscious he probably was.
Dom sighed and his body shook with the effort. He leaned over Elijah’s face and narrowed his eyes.
“This is all your fault. You know that, right?”
Elijah opened his eyes.
Your holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew
Was Hallelujah.
Elijah lets his head rest coyly against the doorframe. Dom looks up from his book and smiles.
“Ready for bed?”
Elijah nods and makes his way slowly over to the low bed with the leather headboard. He’s looking around the room, taking everything in via retina and iris and pupil. His brain takes those images and turns them right side up for him, and Elijah is thankful.
When he gets to the bed he notices the sheets are wrinkled, and says so.
“They got a lot of use,” Dom says and smiles impishly as he puts his book on the nightstand.
Elijah frowns as he crawls into bed. “Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” Dom asks.
“Use words like ‘got’ and ‘had’ and ‘were’ and ‘used to be’?”
Dom doesn’t know how to answer, so he says nothing at all except a silent apology involving his lips and Elijah’s temple. It’s still somewhat bruised, but Elijah is tough and doesn’t flinch.
The two settle underneath the sheets and Dom turns off the lights. He’d like to spoon, but he’s not sure if Elijah would let him. They lay in silence for a few minutes, and just when Dom is sure that the other has fallen asleep, he speaks.
“Was I kinky?”
Dom can’t help but laugh, and soon Elijah joins in.
“Do you want the truth?”
“Of course, you cunt,” Elijah smirks and remembers Dom informing him of his more obvious mannerisms over dinner.
“Yes,” Dom lies, sort of. Elijah was kinky, but only with himself—a masturbation fetish or something. That’d always bugged Dom, he’d always considered himself to be cheated, and so now he feels a little payback won’t do too much harm.
“Mmm, I thought so.” Elijah licks his lips and turns over. He walks his fingers across Dom’s bare collarbone. “Will you show me?”
“Will you beg for it?”
Elijah grabs Dom’s face and holds it very, very close. Their lips are touching, but just barely. He stares directly into Dom’s eyes.
“Will you make me?”
And all I ever learned from love,
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
A few days later Elijah was up and functioning again. Dom was thankful and very proud at how fast he was recovering, but he was insanely mad, too. He wasn’t sure who he was mad at, but oh god.
Amnesia. Can’t remember anything before the accident, the doctor had told him. Dom had added him to his People I’d Like To Kick In The Face list.
The worst was probably when Dom had went in to say hello with Elijah’s mom, and he’d started to scream and demanded they get out of his room. If Dom felt this low he couldn’t even begin to imagine how Elijah’s mother must feel.
“To not have your own son recognize you… there aren’t any proper words for that,” Billy said over his French onion soup. Him and Dom had made up, of course. It’d been necessary for Elijah that they not be fighting, regardless of whether or not Elijah even knew who they were.
“This fucking sucks, Billy.”
Billy didn’t say anything for a while.
“I don’t know what to say anymore, Dom. I’m sorry. But… but I’m sure things will get better. Maybe the amnesia is temporary.”
“With my luck? Doubt it.” Dom poked at his pastrami and cupped his chin with his left hand.
“Well, you should start thinking of ways you can help him along. Show him pictures, let him watch the movies he’s been in. Tell him every story you can remember. And I’ll help, too. We’ll all help, I’m sure.”
Dom sighed. “Thanks Bill. You’ll always be my best mate, you know.”
Billy smiled. “You’re such an idiot, Dom.”
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken
Hallelujah.
Dom really needed to stop thinking of the post-accident Elijah as someone new. Granted, he was almost completely different, but Elijah was still there. He was hiding, and doing an excellent job at it, but Dom knew that if he poked and coaxed around enough he could find him. Then everything would be back to normal; Elijah could go back to concentrating way too hard on playing that song and Dom could finish his football magazine.
“This is New York City,” Dom said as he drove Elijah home. “We live here.”
“Really? I never would have guessed, considering the license plate and my driver’s license and everything,” Elijah sneered. The drugs had made him cranky, and he was still on edge about going home with someone he really couldn’t remember.
“This’d be a lot easier if you’d lose the goddamned shitty attitude,” Dom snapped. They were both on edge. Elijah had blatantly refused to go home with Dom when the doctor said he was free to leave. It’d taken hours of convincing and pep talks to convince him that they really were dating and had been for a long time. Dom was, despite his better judgment and maturity, incredibly insulted.
Elijah sighed and scooted down into his seat. “This is weird.”
“Very weird,” Dom thought aloud.
“Fucking weird.”
Elijah laughed, completely spur of the moment.
“What’s so funny?” Dom asked, still annoyed.
“This whole situation! I mean, look at us! Look at me!” Elijah flailed his arms dramatically and sat back up. Dom raised an eyebrow. “I mean, how stupid can I be, really? I wake up in the hospital, you and some other people tell me I know you, and I just follow right along! Talk about your gullibility.”
“You didn’t exactly ‘just follow right along’.” Dom turned the Mini Cooper right. “You were actually quite an arse for a few hours.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Oh… I don’t remember.” Elijah looked out the window.
Dom’s face softened as a KFC sign came into view. “Do you want something to eat?”
“That’d be nice. Thank you, Dom.”
Elijah smiled.
The first thing he did when he entered the apartment was sit down at the piano. Later, when Dom would ask him why he did that, he wouldn’t know what to say except that he felt compelled to do so, and any feelings were worth something, right?
“This looks expensive,” Elijah remarked, running his fingers over the keys.
“It was a birthday present from me to you.”
Elijah’s eyes sparkled. “When’s my next birthday?”
Dom laughed. “Not for a while. It’s February twenty-second today. Your birthday was January twenty-eighth. You’re twenty-three.”
Elijah furrowed his brows. “I… I think I knew that. I think I remembered that.” He looked at Dom and his eyes were shimmering.
“Congratulations,” Dom whispered because he was unable to bring himself to talk any louder. Maybe this wouldn’t be as hard as he thought. “Hate to ruin the moment,” Dom said, smiling sheepishly, “but I really have to take a piss. Be right back, Elwood.” Halfway down the hallway Dom called back, “Oh yeah, that’s one of your nicknames: Elwood.”
When Dom came back into the room with the piano and his broken boyfriend, he was surprised to hear Elijah humming. His fingers were still hovering over the keys and his eyes were closed. It took Dom a moment, but he recognized the tune. It was the song Elijah had been playing before… before.
He got every note right, until Dom was standing directly behind him, his body shaking.
Elijah went sharp.
Hallelujah.
Out.
Hallelujah.
Up.
Hallelujah.
Down.
Hallelujah.
Inhale.
Hallelujah.
Exhale.
Hallelujah.
Forget.
Hallelujah.
Remember.
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You really should explore this universe you have created some more because I'm aching to know what happens to them. To this elijah and this dom...
wonderful job.
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Also, hope that you don't mind that I've friended you.
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A couple of suggestions: I got lost, sometimes, as to what was "past" and "present," particuarly toward the end - not sure why, but I think somewhere, the italics and the non-italics switched places. I sussed it out easily, though, so it could just be MY not connecting.
Also, "Hallelujiah" was recorded by Rufus Wainwright, but the song was written by Leonard Cohen.
Fantastic piece!
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This was really beautiful. I wouldn't mind seeing another glimps into this Lij and this Dom. The rejection of Dom and Lij's mother by amnesia!Lij was just painful... well done.
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And please, please write more.
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From now on, every time I hear this song, I'm going to think of this story. It's going into my memories. Thank you so much for writing it. It's fantastic.
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Actually, I've started formulating a small scene between them. Not entirely sure where it'll go, or if it'll even go anywhere, but I'm definitely taking your suggestion into consideration as you're not the only one to ask for more. Just the first. ;)
Again, thank you.
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The list is one of my favourite parts as well, as I think it shows Dom being really human. I know I personally couldn't resist that temptation.
Thanks for the comment. :)
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I'm even more glad that you found the RENT bit! I actually didn't even mean to write it like that, and it wasn't until after I'd given it a final read over that I realized "Hm, that sounds familiar." Of course, being the RENT freak that I am, I'm not surprised it hasn't appeared more often! :P
Your comment was so lovely, and I'm so appreciative. How could I not friend you? ;)
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If you'd like a little hint, the RENT reference is in the end, and it's not so much of a reference as it is the lyrics to one of the songs. Only in speaking.
You can read it as many times as you like! ;)
And your icon is lovely.
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Wow. That was really beautiful. Thank you!
I spent a little bit of time during one of my lectures today trying to figure out where exactly you might've gotten confused (I know, college is obviously SO important to me), and I think I've got it. Was it near the part where Elijah is taken back to the apartment and hums the song? I can see where you might be confused, and I was a little hesitant of doing that bit as I did... but if it makes things any clearer, the past is actually working towards the present. So the very last bit we see happened maybe a few days before the italicized parts with the shoebox and the sleeping and whatnot. Does it help you any if I mention that the "present" bits are all about the same day/night?
I sussed it out easily, though, so it could just be MY not connecting.
Haha, glad to see it wasn't detrimental. ;)
Also, "Hallelujiah" was recorded by Rufus Wainwright, but the song was written by Leonard Cohen.
Really? I did not know that. That'll teach me not to do proper research, huh? Ah well. I'll see if I can still correct it, but if not, any future postings of this will have the correct name. Like my post in
Thanks again!
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And thank you. :)
Of course you can friend me, although I should warn you, nothing much happens on this journal. My RL one (which I've been unintentionally neglecting) is much more exciting, so if you'd like to friend that one as well... I wouldn't mind. ;) The link to it is in my profile.
Thanks again!
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I am working on another piece with these two in this universe. It may never actually be seen by eyes other than my own as it's still very rough and I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with it yet, but I am trying.
Thanks again, and very glad you enjoyed it.
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You really didn't have to, but thank you so much! :D
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Yeah, I sort of thought it was kind of happy too. Happy in the "Well, this is the best it's going to get." sort of way, you know? I tried to include a few drops of hope, and I'm glad someone found them. ;)
Thank you, and I will write more. Promise. :)
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And wow. Again. Thank YOU for being such a sweetheart! :D
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Your writing is fantastic - and you're a H/D shipper! Admittedly one of the least likely ships to ever by anything close to canon, but ohsoveryhot.
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And thank you about the icon!
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I've always loved the song and the way you tied it in the story was great..
But really you must write more...
♥
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I am writing more, actually.
Sequel already in the works.
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Thanks again, and a sequel should be out relatively soon. (AKA: a week or two)
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Incredible.
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:D
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I'm a bit overwhelmed.
I'm a bit overwhelmed by your review!
Thank you SO much!
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