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fellowshippers2004-03-15 11:32 pm
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Wrote on a whim, and un-beta'd.
Good Day
Elijah wakes behind the black shutters of his eyes, the stale taste of yesterday clinging to the roof of his mouth. He lay there, revealing in the musky smell of feather pillows that have been too long out of use. Opening his eyes to particles of dust that sink in and out of focus, until they break away from the suspension of the light and float down to disappear on the bridge of his nose. A melodic sigh escapes in vibrations through his lips, and signifies the more subtle beginnings of a lazy day.
*
Elijah's sitting at the table, sluggishly spooning soggy cornflakes into his mouth, enjoying the calm serenity of his own kitchen. But soon that silence is broken, and the translucent sunlight is fragmented into a million shards as the whirlwind that is Dom barrels into the kitchen and runs at top speeds into the living room (but not before remembering to stop and kiss Elijah on the cheek). A moment later, Billy (who Elijah heard before he saw) follows, his battle cry and kilt turning him into a massed blur of hurling Scotsman. Not even the unmistakable sounds of broken lamp can taint the ferocity of his smile.
*
Cranking down the window, and letting the warm breeze slightly muffle his hair, Elijah leans back and listens to Dom's heinously off key singing. Billy jiggles his seat behind him, and waggles his eyebrows at Elijah when Dom hits a high note. Elijah smirks, and thoroughly enjoys himself as Dom swivels the steering wheel and dances with the car.
*
Meeting Sean later, they all hug over dinner. Elijah smiles to himself at the smell of small children, coconut shampoo, and Christine's cologne that seems to tantalizingly describe Sean to an obscure perfection. When sitting down, Billy hikes up his kilt a bit, gathering it just above his knees, and gives Elijah that 'all in a days work' smile when a few ladies stop to stare. Dom snickers and kicks Elijah from under the table. They order a bottle of wine, and Elijah knows they're too close to call this a reunion.
*
Back to inhaling the worn smell of feather pillows, Elijah engulfs himself in the sheets as Dom bounces his way into bed. Dom wedges himself somewhere in between and pulls at the thick elastic band of Elijah's boxers, snapping it harshly back onto his skin, causing Elijah to squealgiggle. Dom chuckles a bit, and turns Elijah over to face him, squeezing various parts of pale white boy skin in doing so.
"Doodle, you giggle like a five year old girl."
"At least I'm not engaged to one."
Dom thinks of Alexandra and smiles.
"G'night Lighe."
"Night."
And Elijah smiles himself to sleep.
Elijah wakes behind the black shutters of his eyes, the stale taste of yesterday clinging to the roof of his mouth. He lay there, revealing in the musky smell of feather pillows that have been too long out of use. Opening his eyes to particles of dust that sink in and out of focus, until they break away from the suspension of the light and float down to disappear on the bridge of his nose. A melodic sigh escapes in vibrations through his lips, and signifies the more subtle beginnings of a lazy day.
Elijah's sitting at the table, sluggishly spooning soggy cornflakes into his mouth, enjoying the calm serenity of his own kitchen. But soon that silence is broken, and the translucent sunlight is fragmented into a million shards as the whirlwind that is Dom barrels into the kitchen and runs at top speeds into the living room (but not before remembering to stop and kiss Elijah on the cheek). A moment later, Billy (who Elijah heard before he saw) follows, his battle cry and kilt turning him into a massed blur of hurling Scotsman. Not even the unmistakable sounds of broken lamp can taint the ferocity of his smile.
Cranking down the window, and letting the warm breeze slightly muffle his hair, Elijah leans back and listens to Dom's heinously off key singing. Billy jiggles his seat behind him, and waggles his eyebrows at Elijah when Dom hits a high note. Elijah smirks, and thoroughly enjoys himself as Dom swivels the steering wheel and dances with the car.
Meeting Sean later, they all hug over dinner. Elijah smiles to himself at the smell of small children, coconut shampoo, and Christine's cologne that seems to tantalizingly describe Sean to an obscure perfection. When sitting down, Billy hikes up his kilt a bit, gathering it just above his knees, and gives Elijah that 'all in a days work' smile when a few ladies stop to stare. Dom snickers and kicks Elijah from under the table. They order a bottle of wine, and Elijah knows they're too close to call this a reunion.
Back to inhaling the worn smell of feather pillows, Elijah engulfs himself in the sheets as Dom bounces his way into bed. Dom wedges himself somewhere in between and pulls at the thick elastic band of Elijah's boxers, snapping it harshly back onto his skin, causing Elijah to squealgiggle. Dom chuckles a bit, and turns Elijah over to face him, squeezing various parts of pale white boy skin in doing so.
"Doodle, you giggle like a five year old girl."
"At least I'm not engaged to one."
Dom thinks of Alexandra and smiles.
"G'night Lighe."
"Night."
And Elijah smiles himself to sleep.