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Title: Bloodlust, Part 2/7
Author: The Phantom Writer![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: PG-13 -- touchy subject for some!
Feedback: "All you need is feedback!" Yay for The Beatles, dude.
Disclaimer: None of that -- *points to the story* -- is true.
Notes: First of all, as always, many thanks to my wonderful betaarabella_o! She was very patient with me and all of my questions.
Secondly, I'd suggest reading Part 1 first!
Part II
Dominic thinks I don't notice, but he's dead wrong. It's impossible to miss the way he keeps sending me nervous glances. I'm not daft, I know what's going on. Obviously, my acting skills have diminished greatly (or they were never stellar to begin with), and he is able to see past my act of just being friends with him. Nothing more. He must be able to tell that I want that 'more,' that I want him… and he hates it. He doesn't hate me; we're still best mates, but I think he's nervous. Nervous to be alone with me, afraid of what I might try.
Don't worry, Dommie, I won't try anything. Not when I know that I'll be rejected, no matter how kindly you'll try to let me down. I won't take that chance. The chance that things may never be the same between us.
I notice other things as well. I've seen the fading red on his fingertips, encrusting his nails. At first I thought it was another odd manicure, or that he was going through a red period in his painting, but I've seen no works of art, nothing to explain the constant crimson stains. As my eyesight isn't much help with discerning the source of the red, I turn to my scent of smell instead. It sounds odd, but as soon as I started thinking about it, the scent became overwhelming. The smell… it took me awhile to place it. Slightly salty, like the ocean breeze, and yet… it reminds me of the auto garage where I bring my car… almost… metallic.
That's when it hits me, as if the information was there all along but hiding in the depths of my mind, waiting for me to take the hints and put them together, piece by piece. A strategic puzzle.
Fingers tinged red. Salty and metallic scents. Odd glances.
Maybe Dominic doesn't know about my feelings for him… but I know a secret of his now.
The only question is what I should do about it.
Author: The Phantom Writer
silentnumbsmoke Pairing: DM/BB
Rating: PG-13 -- touchy subject for some!
Feedback: "All you need is feedback!" Yay for The Beatles, dude.
Disclaimer: None of that -- *points to the story* -- is true.
Notes: First of all, as always, many thanks to my wonderful beta
arabella_o! She was very patient with me and all of my questions. Secondly, I'd suggest reading Part 1 first!
Part II
Dominic thinks I don't notice, but he's dead wrong. It's impossible to miss the way he keeps sending me nervous glances. I'm not daft, I know what's going on. Obviously, my acting skills have diminished greatly (or they were never stellar to begin with), and he is able to see past my act of just being friends with him. Nothing more. He must be able to tell that I want that 'more,' that I want him… and he hates it. He doesn't hate me; we're still best mates, but I think he's nervous. Nervous to be alone with me, afraid of what I might try.
Don't worry, Dommie, I won't try anything. Not when I know that I'll be rejected, no matter how kindly you'll try to let me down. I won't take that chance. The chance that things may never be the same between us.
I notice other things as well. I've seen the fading red on his fingertips, encrusting his nails. At first I thought it was another odd manicure, or that he was going through a red period in his painting, but I've seen no works of art, nothing to explain the constant crimson stains. As my eyesight isn't much help with discerning the source of the red, I turn to my scent of smell instead. It sounds odd, but as soon as I started thinking about it, the scent became overwhelming. The smell… it took me awhile to place it. Slightly salty, like the ocean breeze, and yet… it reminds me of the auto garage where I bring my car… almost… metallic.
That's when it hits me, as if the information was there all along but hiding in the depths of my mind, waiting for me to take the hints and put them together, piece by piece. A strategic puzzle.
Fingers tinged red. Salty and metallic scents. Odd glances.
Maybe Dominic doesn't know about my feelings for him… but I know a secret of his now.
The only question is what I should do about it.
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