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fellowshippers2004-03-21 01:26 am
silentescape.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-03-21 01:26 am
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hello everyone! i've finally jumped onto this here bandwagon, finally realizing it wasn't worth the fight, lol.
Title:: Dreaming
Author::![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silentescape
Pairing:: DM / EW
Rating:: PG, I suppose
Feedback:: Please!
Disclaimer:: if i knew these guys, i wouldn't be wasting my time writing about them, i'd be doing something else entirely with them, k?
Author's note:: First fic...kind of short and quite un-beta'd....
Dom was always more observant than he was given credit for. As much as he enjoyed being the life of any party, he also liked to hide in the dark corners of rooms and watch people. He could dream up every aspect of an individual's life, like their past, their thoughts, reasons for their personality quirks, and sometimes where they were going in life. When he got the chance, he'd write everything he could remember down in one of his many journals. Sometimes, he'd see the same person over and over again, and still manage to dream up different things for them every time. Like Orlando, for example. One day, Orlando would be the guy who enjoyed throwing himself out of moving vehicles on the count that he never had much excitement in his youth. And he didn't do it for the rush, he did it because deep down he was scared to die. An odd way to confront that fear, maybe, but maybe not. There was always that chance that the parachute wouldn't open when he jumped from a plane, or that the bungee cord would break when he jumped off the bridge. He was scared to get old, scared that his looks wouldn't last. Just plain scared. Then, the next day, Orlando would be a calm, centered individual, that could find poetry in the way the wind blew through the trees.
Dom, however, always had the same ideas when it came to Elijah. Elijah was always just...Elijah. He had a tougher skin than folks realized, but inside he was as soft as a marshmallow peep. Sure, he seemed happy, but give him enough time alone and he was down and out as the tragic poet next door. He felt like a monster, when really, all who knew him knew he was anything but. He was just sad that he couldn't do more, couldn't be more for the people he cared deeply about. And Elijah didn't even like smoking, and he never even wanted to smoke. He had only started, hoping that one bad habit (the smoking) would break another bad habit (biting his nails). Unfortunately, now he had two noteable bad habits. He never really had any specific reasons to be the way he was. Maybe it was as sane as a child Hollywood star could possibly be.
And in Dom's little daydreams, Elijah was just as in love with Dom, as Dom was with him.
He could only dream.
Title:: Dreaming
Author::
silentescapePairing:: DM / EW
Rating:: PG, I suppose
Feedback:: Please!
Disclaimer:: if i knew these guys, i wouldn't be wasting my time writing about them, i'd be doing something else entirely with them, k?
Author's note:: First fic...kind of short and quite un-beta'd....
Dom was always more observant than he was given credit for. As much as he enjoyed being the life of any party, he also liked to hide in the dark corners of rooms and watch people. He could dream up every aspect of an individual's life, like their past, their thoughts, reasons for their personality quirks, and sometimes where they were going in life. When he got the chance, he'd write everything he could remember down in one of his many journals. Sometimes, he'd see the same person over and over again, and still manage to dream up different things for them every time. Like Orlando, for example. One day, Orlando would be the guy who enjoyed throwing himself out of moving vehicles on the count that he never had much excitement in his youth. And he didn't do it for the rush, he did it because deep down he was scared to die. An odd way to confront that fear, maybe, but maybe not. There was always that chance that the parachute wouldn't open when he jumped from a plane, or that the bungee cord would break when he jumped off the bridge. He was scared to get old, scared that his looks wouldn't last. Just plain scared. Then, the next day, Orlando would be a calm, centered individual, that could find poetry in the way the wind blew through the trees.
Dom, however, always had the same ideas when it came to Elijah. Elijah was always just...Elijah. He had a tougher skin than folks realized, but inside he was as soft as a marshmallow peep. Sure, he seemed happy, but give him enough time alone and he was down and out as the tragic poet next door. He felt like a monster, when really, all who knew him knew he was anything but. He was just sad that he couldn't do more, couldn't be more for the people he cared deeply about. And Elijah didn't even like smoking, and he never even wanted to smoke. He had only started, hoping that one bad habit (the smoking) would break another bad habit (biting his nails). Unfortunately, now he had two noteable bad habits. He never really had any specific reasons to be the way he was. Maybe it was as sane as a child Hollywood star could possibly be.
And in Dom's little daydreams, Elijah was just as in love with Dom, as Dom was with him.
He could only dream.