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Title: Pieces of Home
Pairing: David/Elijah (haha, my sentimental OTP)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. None of it happened, and I mean no disrespect to the actors mentioned.
Feeback: Better than candy and delicious with ketchup.
Notes: Written for the fifth![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotrpschallenge prompt (the bad habits one).
David used to hate the sight of Elijah’s trailer.
The details are not hard to remember, but the amount of smells and sights and objects that don’t belong have never failed to surprise Dave. Elijah’s ashtray is constantly loaded with the butts of dead and half-smoked cloves and the ash spills over onto the floor. He knows exactly what they do to his lungs, and Dave always has to smile when he advises his fans not to start smoking. A nail-trimmer rests next to a pile of clippings that isn’t there, because Elijah feels that his teeth do the job just as well. Half of the items in the trailer don’t belong to him, but Elijah doesn’t return them and his costars rarely come to reclaim them.
The bed is small and draped with a nubby pink blanket that makes Elijah smile ruefully and blush.
“It’s not mine, it’s Hannah’s. She forgot to take it back to New York with her.”
“Why don’t you send it back?”
“I keep forgetting.”
David merely shrugs and smiles. He remembers countless interviews of Elijah bragging about how vivid his memory is. There’s no point mentioning that he saw Elijah stashing it behind the headboard when she came in to look for it.
At first it annoyed David, but over time it has come to amuse him. The items run up an impressive inventory: one of Billy’s guitar rests on a stand, perfectly tuned for when he’ll actually get around to giving Elijah lessons. A half-completed painting, Viggo’s birthday present to Sean’s daughter, is busy collecting dust against the wall. Dom’s phone is stacked on Liv’s book and Elijah lies in the middle of it all, sporting Andy’s sweatshirt and clasping his hands behind his head. A piece of everyone is in the trailer, and Elijah seems to feel that everyone belongs there.
Everyone except David, that is.
David finds it strange to look at the various belongings that aren’t Elijah’s and to know that none of them are his either. Considering the number of times that Dave has fucked Elijah, he wonders if he should feel hurt when he purposely leaves his watch on the dressing table only to find it gone when he comes back. At the same time, though, there is a certain security in the fact that while Elijah leaves Dom’s phone and Miranda’s comb in plain sight, it means he’s probably not fucking them either.
When he brings it up to Elijah later, he tries his hardest to keep his voice light and make it all a big joke. Faramir is always stoic and rarely lets his emotions get the best of him; Dave has never completely sworn by method acting, but he hopes he has enough of it down so that he can pull this off.
“Oh come on, Lijah. How much of the stuff in your trailer is actually yours?” says David with a small smile.
Elijah laughs lightly. “I know, I just keep forgetting.”
“Sure you do. You can remember what Jay Leno asked you when you were ten years old, but you can’t remember that Dom left his phone on your bed three days ago.”
“Yeah, isn’t it weird—“ and Elijah stops sheepishly at the look on Dave’s face. “Um… well.”
David says nothing, only continues to stare. With a sigh, Elijah finally caves.
“I keep them because this place has to be my home, for a little while at least. My friends, the crew, all of you are part of my home here. And it doesn’t feel right to come home and just see pieces of myself…I need to see the pieces of everyone else, because they’re part of my home too…If that makes sense.”
The blood rushes to David’s ears, and he has to avert his eyes. “I see. Where’s my piece?”
Elijah’s eyes widen in confusion. “What?”
“Considering the number of times we’ve been together, I think I would notice.” David’s tone grows sharper with every word, and he keeps his eyes trained to the ground because he doesn’t know what they will say to Elijah, if the method acting will reach that far. “I don’t have a piece, and I’m not a part of your home.”
“No.”
David looks up swiftly, stunned by his blunt answer.
Elijah continues to stare curiously at him, and David has to clench his fists to keep from reacting. “You’re not a part of my home, Dave. You're more than home. You’re a part of me.” Elijah lifts his hand to Dave’s face, and the older man’s breath catches in his throat; Elijah’s sleeve is rucked up around his elbow and Dave’s watch is in plain sight, clearly too large and slipping on Elijah’s bony wrist.
“Why should I just come home to you when I can keep you with me? Everyone leaves home, and at some point everyone has to. But I don’t want to leave you. I don’t see why I should.”
Pairing: David/Elijah (haha, my sentimental OTP)
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. None of it happened, and I mean no disrespect to the actors mentioned.
Feeback: Better than candy and delicious with ketchup.
Notes: Written for the fifth
lotrpschallenge prompt (the bad habits one). David used to hate the sight of Elijah’s trailer.
The details are not hard to remember, but the amount of smells and sights and objects that don’t belong have never failed to surprise Dave. Elijah’s ashtray is constantly loaded with the butts of dead and half-smoked cloves and the ash spills over onto the floor. He knows exactly what they do to his lungs, and Dave always has to smile when he advises his fans not to start smoking. A nail-trimmer rests next to a pile of clippings that isn’t there, because Elijah feels that his teeth do the job just as well. Half of the items in the trailer don’t belong to him, but Elijah doesn’t return them and his costars rarely come to reclaim them.
The bed is small and draped with a nubby pink blanket that makes Elijah smile ruefully and blush.
“It’s not mine, it’s Hannah’s. She forgot to take it back to New York with her.”
“Why don’t you send it back?”
“I keep forgetting.”
David merely shrugs and smiles. He remembers countless interviews of Elijah bragging about how vivid his memory is. There’s no point mentioning that he saw Elijah stashing it behind the headboard when she came in to look for it.
At first it annoyed David, but over time it has come to amuse him. The items run up an impressive inventory: one of Billy’s guitar rests on a stand, perfectly tuned for when he’ll actually get around to giving Elijah lessons. A half-completed painting, Viggo’s birthday present to Sean’s daughter, is busy collecting dust against the wall. Dom’s phone is stacked on Liv’s book and Elijah lies in the middle of it all, sporting Andy’s sweatshirt and clasping his hands behind his head. A piece of everyone is in the trailer, and Elijah seems to feel that everyone belongs there.
Everyone except David, that is.
David finds it strange to look at the various belongings that aren’t Elijah’s and to know that none of them are his either. Considering the number of times that Dave has fucked Elijah, he wonders if he should feel hurt when he purposely leaves his watch on the dressing table only to find it gone when he comes back. At the same time, though, there is a certain security in the fact that while Elijah leaves Dom’s phone and Miranda’s comb in plain sight, it means he’s probably not fucking them either.
When he brings it up to Elijah later, he tries his hardest to keep his voice light and make it all a big joke. Faramir is always stoic and rarely lets his emotions get the best of him; Dave has never completely sworn by method acting, but he hopes he has enough of it down so that he can pull this off.
“Oh come on, Lijah. How much of the stuff in your trailer is actually yours?” says David with a small smile.
Elijah laughs lightly. “I know, I just keep forgetting.”
“Sure you do. You can remember what Jay Leno asked you when you were ten years old, but you can’t remember that Dom left his phone on your bed three days ago.”
“Yeah, isn’t it weird—“ and Elijah stops sheepishly at the look on Dave’s face. “Um… well.”
David says nothing, only continues to stare. With a sigh, Elijah finally caves.
“I keep them because this place has to be my home, for a little while at least. My friends, the crew, all of you are part of my home here. And it doesn’t feel right to come home and just see pieces of myself…I need to see the pieces of everyone else, because they’re part of my home too…If that makes sense.”
The blood rushes to David’s ears, and he has to avert his eyes. “I see. Where’s my piece?”
Elijah’s eyes widen in confusion. “What?”
“Considering the number of times we’ve been together, I think I would notice.” David’s tone grows sharper with every word, and he keeps his eyes trained to the ground because he doesn’t know what they will say to Elijah, if the method acting will reach that far. “I don’t have a piece, and I’m not a part of your home.”
“No.”
David looks up swiftly, stunned by his blunt answer.
Elijah continues to stare curiously at him, and David has to clench his fists to keep from reacting. “You’re not a part of my home, Dave. You're more than home. You’re a part of me.” Elijah lifts his hand to Dave’s face, and the older man’s breath catches in his throat; Elijah’s sleeve is rucked up around his elbow and Dave’s watch is in plain sight, clearly too large and slipping on Elijah’s bony wrist.
“Why should I just come home to you when I can keep you with me? Everyone leaves home, and at some point everyone has to. But I don’t want to leave you. I don’t see why I should.”
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Never thought of them as a pair, but this really worked!
Yay!
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I'm glad you liked it ^_^
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hehe!
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that. is too cute. Honestly, I hate Elijah. But I like this Elijah.
wonderful. <3
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Oh my god, I think that's the best compliment anyone's ever given me. Thank you so much.
*consumes your lovely comment with strawberry jam*
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So um. It's cute!elijah. yay.
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i can totally see it, too. gathering bits of other people to build your nest when you're so far from home. perfectly charming and cute as hell XD
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Thankee.
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*dreamy sigh*
Write more. Please. *prods*
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But, to stay on point, I'm really glad you liked it ^_^
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Davelijah makes it all better.
Thanks for improving my life.
Love ya,
~Kat
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For more Davelijah, please press "*7" ^_^
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David/Elijah = seekrit otp.
You = rock. I love this piece so much.
xxx
Lyds.
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