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Hello, this is my first fic post here, so I'm a bit nervous. I'm posting both of these fics in the same post because they're are both pretty short and I didn't want to clog the community with multiple post. Plus one doesn't really have a pairing or anything. Anyway, enjoy!
Title: Thorn twist in your side
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pandorashobbit, hobbit427@aol.com
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dom/Lij, Dom/OFC (both are implied, so no one freak)
Summary: "Don't go there, Dom. This isn't about that."
Disclaimer: If this is the truth, then tomorrow I will wake up with Dom in my bed and Elijah in my closet.
Feedback: ...is greatly appreciated.
A/N: This might be a piece of a longer bunny that has been hopping around my head. I'm not sure at the moment if I want to do it, but this is alright for now.
"Dom, what are you doing?"
"What are you talking about?" Dom snapped, annoyed at Elijah's repremanding tone.
"That girl," Elijah said flatly. "She can't be more than nineteen. Don't you think she's a little young for you?"
Dom shook his head and scoffed, "No younger than you were."
At those words all the anger in Elijah's face changed to hurt and shock. "Don't go there, Dom, This isn't about that." His voice cracked at the last word.
"Of course it is," Dom smirked.
"No," Elijah protested. "I just don't want to see you hurt more people."
"Bullshit," Dom snapped. "You're just mad that it's not your pants I'm trying to get into."
Elijah's head fell, hurt by the words. He stared at his feet as he softly said, "You don't have to be so harsh, Dom."
"Oh, yes, I do. I'm sick of seeing you make everything about you, how you twist even the furthest thing away from you, so you can be the center of attention," Dom growled, his face inches from Elijah's. "You can play the victim all you want. But you and I both know who the real victim was. Who really got hurt."
With that he turned and walked away, Elijah still staring at his feet. Hot, angry tears streaming down his face, his foot and fist pounding against the wall.
--END
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Title: Leaving
Author:pandorashobbit, hobbit427@aol.com
Rating: PG (but even that's a stretch)
Pairing: None, it's just Elijah. But if there was a pairing in it, it would be Elijah/New Zealand. You'll know what I mean when you read it.
Summary: "Celebrating a fantasy come true, packing all my bags, finally on the move..."
Disclaimer: It's possible that Lij did think these things, but this is completely out of my own head.
A/N: A little ficlet inspired by "Cruz" by Christina Aguilera. (Best read while listening to that.)
Feedback: It's good for the writer's soul.
A soft peach ball flying against dark blue.
Soaring fast with the whipping wind.
I stare for what seems like hours. Before I reluctantly bring my hand in from the biting, chilly wind. I know the cab driver must think I'm crazy for insisting on having my window open on such a bitterly cold day. But I won't let him rolling his eyes at me bring me down.
He doesn't understand, doesn't know.
I can't believe I'm finally here. Far away from home. From my family. From the only life I've ever known. It's overwhelming, but I'm surprisingly calm.
This is such a dream come true. To be here. A new home. New friends.
This will change everything in my life. And I hope for the better. But all thought stops when I see it.
The sun.
Blood red and gigantic. Against a sky of orange, pale pink, and dark and pale blue.
"Amazing," the word softly escapes my lips and echoes through my mind. But I know that word does not to do justice to the beauty I see before me. Now I know a part of me will always be here. In this place.
The sunrise has claimed a piece of my heart.
But... as the cab pulls into the hotel parking lot... I can't ignore a small voice in the back of my mind. A voice that is mourning and crying for the life and years I've left behind and will never get back.
"But somehow I miss it
I think I'll really miss it
One day."
--Christina Aguilera "Cruz"
-END
Title: Thorn twist in your side
Author:
pandorashobbit, hobbit427@aol.com Rating: PG
Pairing: Dom/Lij, Dom/OFC (both are implied, so no one freak)
Summary: "Don't go there, Dom. This isn't about that."
Disclaimer: If this is the truth, then tomorrow I will wake up with Dom in my bed and Elijah in my closet.
Feedback: ...is greatly appreciated.
A/N: This might be a piece of a longer bunny that has been hopping around my head. I'm not sure at the moment if I want to do it, but this is alright for now.
"Dom, what are you doing?"
"What are you talking about?" Dom snapped, annoyed at Elijah's repremanding tone.
"That girl," Elijah said flatly. "She can't be more than nineteen. Don't you think she's a little young for you?"
Dom shook his head and scoffed, "No younger than you were."
At those words all the anger in Elijah's face changed to hurt and shock. "Don't go there, Dom, This isn't about that." His voice cracked at the last word.
"Of course it is," Dom smirked.
"No," Elijah protested. "I just don't want to see you hurt more people."
"Bullshit," Dom snapped. "You're just mad that it's not your pants I'm trying to get into."
Elijah's head fell, hurt by the words. He stared at his feet as he softly said, "You don't have to be so harsh, Dom."
"Oh, yes, I do. I'm sick of seeing you make everything about you, how you twist even the furthest thing away from you, so you can be the center of attention," Dom growled, his face inches from Elijah's. "You can play the victim all you want. But you and I both know who the real victim was. Who really got hurt."
With that he turned and walked away, Elijah still staring at his feet. Hot, angry tears streaming down his face, his foot and fist pounding against the wall.
--END
------------
Title: Leaving
Author:
pandorashobbit, hobbit427@aol.com Rating: PG (but even that's a stretch)
Pairing: None, it's just Elijah. But if there was a pairing in it, it would be Elijah/New Zealand. You'll know what I mean when you read it.
Summary: "Celebrating a fantasy come true, packing all my bags, finally on the move..."
Disclaimer: It's possible that Lij did think these things, but this is completely out of my own head.
A/N: A little ficlet inspired by "Cruz" by Christina Aguilera. (Best read while listening to that.)
Feedback: It's good for the writer's soul.
A soft peach ball flying against dark blue.
Soaring fast with the whipping wind.
I stare for what seems like hours. Before I reluctantly bring my hand in from the biting, chilly wind. I know the cab driver must think I'm crazy for insisting on having my window open on such a bitterly cold day. But I won't let him rolling his eyes at me bring me down.
He doesn't understand, doesn't know.
I can't believe I'm finally here. Far away from home. From my family. From the only life I've ever known. It's overwhelming, but I'm surprisingly calm.
This is such a dream come true. To be here. A new home. New friends.
This will change everything in my life. And I hope for the better. But all thought stops when I see it.
The sun.
Blood red and gigantic. Against a sky of orange, pale pink, and dark and pale blue.
"Amazing," the word softly escapes my lips and echoes through my mind. But I know that word does not to do justice to the beauty I see before me. Now I know a part of me will always be here. In this place.
The sunrise has claimed a piece of my heart.
But... as the cab pulls into the hotel parking lot... I can't ignore a small voice in the back of my mind. A voice that is mourning and crying for the life and years I've left behind and will never get back.
"But somehow I miss it
I think I'll really miss it
One day."
--Christina Aguilera "Cruz"
-END