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fellowshippers2004-06-10 08:13 pm
glass-moment.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-06-10 08:13 pm
Ficlet.
Title: The Notebook (no, nothing to do with the movie)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Dom has a notebook. Billy gave it to him for his first birthday on set, just handed to him that morning in feet with no wrapping, no card, no preamble.
It is a truly beautiful notebook, just small enough to fit in a pocket and just large enough to look serious. It has rounded corners and a black leathery outside. It is uniform except for a black elastic band that snaps satisfyingly around the cover to hold it closed. A manila folder is attached to the inside of the back cover. It has crimped cloth sides that let it fold open without ripping. The binding is somehow superior (Billy could probably explain it), unlike the 79 cent spiral bound imitations that always disintegrate after a week in his pocket. There are more pages than most notebooks have, faintly cream-colored with light gray graphing lines. They have all the beautiful uniformity of an unused canvas.
Two lines are penciled in homespun handwriting on the inside of the front cover.
Happy Birthday, Dom
From Billy
For Billy's Birthday Dom gives the notebook back and lets him read his own name over and over. Billy writes his soul into the pages after Dom's and returns it. He stands by nervously as Dom reads it.
Two days later Dom has the presence of mind to go look for the notebook. He finds it lying in the grass where it was dropped and forgotten when Billy got impatient with his reading and decided that actions speak louder than words anyway.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Dom has a notebook. Billy gave it to him for his first birthday on set, just handed to him that morning in feet with no wrapping, no card, no preamble.
It is a truly beautiful notebook, just small enough to fit in a pocket and just large enough to look serious. It has rounded corners and a black leathery outside. It is uniform except for a black elastic band that snaps satisfyingly around the cover to hold it closed. A manila folder is attached to the inside of the back cover. It has crimped cloth sides that let it fold open without ripping. The binding is somehow superior (Billy could probably explain it), unlike the 79 cent spiral bound imitations that always disintegrate after a week in his pocket. There are more pages than most notebooks have, faintly cream-colored with light gray graphing lines. They have all the beautiful uniformity of an unused canvas.
Two lines are penciled in homespun handwriting on the inside of the front cover.
From Billy
For Billy's Birthday Dom gives the notebook back and lets him read his own name over and over. Billy writes his soul into the pages after Dom's and returns it. He stands by nervously as Dom reads it.
Two days later Dom has the presence of mind to go look for the notebook. He finds it lying in the grass where it was dropped and forgotten when Billy got impatient with his reading and decided that actions speak louder than words anyway.