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xxoutofreachxx.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-03-28 08:57 pm
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Title: Do Not Walk
Pairing: DM/EW
Rating: G
Summary: 440 words. Elijah never shuts up, and his voice will never leave Dom’s head.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone or make claims on the truth in these events.
“And Hannah tried telling me that Radiohead was overrated, so I told her that she could go…”
Dom only half listens. Wondering where they’re going, and how long it’s going to take. Elijah’s voice is always overpowering the noise that comes from cars passing by, and the voices of pedestrians and tourists. He doesn’t know how far they’ve walked or what time it is, but Elijah never stops talking. Miles of “Do Not Walk” and “Walk” signs, stripes of white across faded black pavement and red lights. Hands swinging closely at their sides, and long strides across the crowded New York street.
He’s changed the subject now, moving on to something else that Dom won’t be able to keep up with. Their feet move at the same pace and Dom counts their steps. One, two, three, four, five, six, before Elijah’s voice filters into his thoughts.
“Sometimes, I just…I feel so alone and it just consumes me, you know what I mean? Do you ever feel like that?” Dom opens his mouth to speak but stops when Elijah interrupts after he finishes lighting his cigarette. “My shrink says it’s normal, but I just don’t know.” He pauses to place the cigarette in his mouth, continuing to talk while the cigarette balances between his lips. Dom never understood how anyone could do that, and tries to say so. “Look at those jeans! Do you think they’d look good on me? It’s so hard to find good jeans…”
“Who do you think would win in a fight, Joey Ramone or Joe Strummer? I think…”
Dom walks further ahead, hoping Elijah’s voice would somehow leave his head. He stops when he realizes that Elijah has stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, and he’s not talking. Dom turns around and faces him while hundreds of clones in suits pass by, not even acknowledging their existence. “Everything always has to be about you, doesn’t it Elijah? Do you ever shut up?”
The world continues around them, blurs of bodies who are in such a rush to reach an end pass by, leaving them in their own world on the dirty sidewalk. Elijah moves closer to him even though Dom hoped he had his “Do Not Walk” sign around his neck, placing his hands on Dom’s shoulders.
“If I didn’t talk, we would drown in the silence and the words neither of us want to speak.”
Dom hesitates, not expecting to be allowed a moment of confession.
“Then why don’t you say what one of us needs to say? Tell me.”
Dom takes Elijah’s hand in his, and leads him down the street. Elijah listens.
Pairing: DM/EW
Rating: G
Summary: 440 words. Elijah never shuts up, and his voice will never leave Dom’s head.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone or make claims on the truth in these events.
“And Hannah tried telling me that Radiohead was overrated, so I told her that she could go…”
Dom only half listens. Wondering where they’re going, and how long it’s going to take. Elijah’s voice is always overpowering the noise that comes from cars passing by, and the voices of pedestrians and tourists. He doesn’t know how far they’ve walked or what time it is, but Elijah never stops talking. Miles of “Do Not Walk” and “Walk” signs, stripes of white across faded black pavement and red lights. Hands swinging closely at their sides, and long strides across the crowded New York street.
He’s changed the subject now, moving on to something else that Dom won’t be able to keep up with. Their feet move at the same pace and Dom counts their steps. One, two, three, four, five, six, before Elijah’s voice filters into his thoughts.
“Sometimes, I just…I feel so alone and it just consumes me, you know what I mean? Do you ever feel like that?” Dom opens his mouth to speak but stops when Elijah interrupts after he finishes lighting his cigarette. “My shrink says it’s normal, but I just don’t know.” He pauses to place the cigarette in his mouth, continuing to talk while the cigarette balances between his lips. Dom never understood how anyone could do that, and tries to say so. “Look at those jeans! Do you think they’d look good on me? It’s so hard to find good jeans…”
“Who do you think would win in a fight, Joey Ramone or Joe Strummer? I think…”
Dom walks further ahead, hoping Elijah’s voice would somehow leave his head. He stops when he realizes that Elijah has stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, and he’s not talking. Dom turns around and faces him while hundreds of clones in suits pass by, not even acknowledging their existence. “Everything always has to be about you, doesn’t it Elijah? Do you ever shut up?”
The world continues around them, blurs of bodies who are in such a rush to reach an end pass by, leaving them in their own world on the dirty sidewalk. Elijah moves closer to him even though Dom hoped he had his “Do Not Walk” sign around his neck, placing his hands on Dom’s shoulders.
“If I didn’t talk, we would drown in the silence and the words neither of us want to speak.”
Dom hesitates, not expecting to be allowed a moment of confession.
“Then why don’t you say what one of us needs to say? Tell me.”
Dom takes Elijah’s hand in his, and leads him down the street. Elijah listens.