Five drabbles
I felt like I'd need to just write. So I sat down and wrote down exactly what came to my mind, sometimes thinking about certain people, sometimes listening to certain songs - sometimes both. What came out were four drabbles, each counting exactly 100 words, and one counting exactly 111. I enjoyed doing that so much, in fact, though I've never really been into drabbles.
Feedback would be the best thing ever, since I'm VERY unsure about them. I think of them as nothing special and I'd love to know if you're thinking the same!
Title: Cold Fire
Pairing: Domlijah (surprise surprise, I know)
Warnings: Angst
A/N: This is what just came to me. It wasn't influenced by anything, I only started to write and this is what it turned out to be. Interesting to see what in my subconscious mind is. ;)
Elijah lay on his side, watching the fireside. He didn’t think at all, his mind was just one blank paper. It needed to be filled some when soon, but not tonight, not tonight - like every other night that had been before. Or that was going to be. Not before Dom would return to him.
Elijah studied the flames as if they would be able to tell him something - like where his lover was.
But they couldn’t. And when he fell to sleep, with a blank mind and crying eyes, the other side of the bed was still cold.
Always cold.
Title: Keep The World Outside
Pairing: Domlijah (WOW! Another surprise!)
Warnings: Angst/Comfort
A/N: I wrote this while listening to This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb from Thursday. The lyrics that are mentioned are from that song. Thinking about my older brother.
“Shut the window, love. Keep the world outside.”
I won’t shut any windows anymore. I’m broken. We couldn’t keep the world outside.
“You can barricade yourself, but you can’t keep it outside forever.”
Right, Gildor. We can’t. And now he’s gone, I’m alone...
Don't wanna think about anyone, but the footsteps are getting louder…
Ringing doorbell. Open it - but I can’t. Can’t let the world in once more. It destroyed everything I loved. I hate it.
“Doodle.”
I hate it, but I love him, stronger than I hate it. I open the door.
Grey eyes, determined.
“Fuck the suits.”
Title: So Close
Pairing: Domlijah (I *know* that I'm always up for something new)
Warnings: Angst
A/N: I wrote this while listening to Here Without You from Three Doors Down. Thinking about my Faye. I miss you so much, love!
You’re so close.
Smiling brightly at me, perfect American bugger.
I can touch you. I only have to reach out.
I love you, Yankee!
Only one inch between us. A sob of sheer happiness escapes my throat.
Now.
I’ll touch you now. Will feel your soft skin beneath my hand, your soft breath on my neck when you pull me into a loving hug that screams: “Fuck you, PR!”
My fingers close the distance that separate us.
The scream of joy dies in my throat.
Instead, I begin to cry senseless tears when I only touch a cold computer screen.
Title: Sin
Pairing: Domlijah (...nothing to say to that anymore...)
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: I wrote this while listening to Asleep In The Chaple from Thursday. Mentioned lyrics are from this song. Thinking about myself and the new novel I'm going to write as soon as I'll have time. And I think it didn't do this drabble any good that it only has 100 words.
This loving kiss expresses what he never says aloud because I can’t take it. Lips brush about mine, tongue sneaking out to lick my lower lip.
Do you hear the church bells ringing?
Wake up!!
„Which sins do you want to confess, son?”
I break away. Stare in his blue eyes.
“I…”
A sob stops me. Tears shimmer in his eyes. I brush them away because I never want him to cry.
“None, father. None.”
His whispered words are broken by sobs of happiness:
“I love you, Dominic.”
I can take them because they aren’t a sin anymore - were never.
Title: Rings
Pairing: Guess, guys, guess!
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Thinking about freethegayboys, hoping that he'll like the muffin. ;) And, somehow, Faye managed it to sneak in here again. Dialogue.
„What’s this?“
„A muffin.“
„What for?“
“For you.”
“Is it my birthday?”
“Not really. But our anniversaries, Dom.”
“…”
“…”
“Fucking shit.”
“It’s ok, really!. I only made a muffin, too, after all. *giggles* You’re here, that’s all what matters.”
“I’m sure you made a mess of yourself on doing this!”
“That’s right.”
“And I’m sure you burnt your hand ten fucking times!”
“That’s right.”
“Oh, baby… well… I never forgot that it’s our anniversaries, Lij. Wanted to give you this tonight … .”
“Oh… God…”
“I know. I’ve got the same one, Lij. Let’s wear these rings to shout PR a Fuck You!, alright?”
“I love you, Dom.”
“Happy one-week anniversaries, Elijah.”
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Something historical happened; I wrote a Elijah!Het!pr0n. *bends head in shame* I don't know yet if it's good enough to be posted, my beta and I are at the moment having a look over it.
Feedback would be the best thing ever, since I'm VERY unsure about them. I think of them as nothing special and I'd love to know if you're thinking the same!
Title: Cold Fire
Pairing: Domlijah (surprise surprise, I know)
Warnings: Angst
A/N: This is what just came to me. It wasn't influenced by anything, I only started to write and this is what it turned out to be. Interesting to see what in my subconscious mind is. ;)
Elijah lay on his side, watching the fireside. He didn’t think at all, his mind was just one blank paper. It needed to be filled some when soon, but not tonight, not tonight - like every other night that had been before. Or that was going to be. Not before Dom would return to him.
Elijah studied the flames as if they would be able to tell him something - like where his lover was.
But they couldn’t. And when he fell to sleep, with a blank mind and crying eyes, the other side of the bed was still cold.
Always cold.
Title: Keep The World Outside
Pairing: Domlijah (WOW! Another surprise!)
Warnings: Angst/Comfort
A/N: I wrote this while listening to This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb from Thursday. The lyrics that are mentioned are from that song. Thinking about my older brother.
“Shut the window, love. Keep the world outside.”
I won’t shut any windows anymore. I’m broken. We couldn’t keep the world outside.
“You can barricade yourself, but you can’t keep it outside forever.”
Right, Gildor. We can’t. And now he’s gone, I’m alone...
Don't wanna think about anyone, but the footsteps are getting louder…
Ringing doorbell. Open it - but I can’t. Can’t let the world in once more. It destroyed everything I loved. I hate it.
“Doodle.”
I hate it, but I love him, stronger than I hate it. I open the door.
Grey eyes, determined.
“Fuck the suits.”
Title: So Close
Pairing: Domlijah (I *know* that I'm always up for something new)
Warnings: Angst
A/N: I wrote this while listening to Here Without You from Three Doors Down. Thinking about my Faye. I miss you so much, love!
You’re so close.
Smiling brightly at me, perfect American bugger.
I can touch you. I only have to reach out.
I love you, Yankee!
Only one inch between us. A sob of sheer happiness escapes my throat.
Now.
I’ll touch you now. Will feel your soft skin beneath my hand, your soft breath on my neck when you pull me into a loving hug that screams: “Fuck you, PR!”
My fingers close the distance that separate us.
The scream of joy dies in my throat.
Instead, I begin to cry senseless tears when I only touch a cold computer screen.
Title: Sin
Pairing: Domlijah (...nothing to say to that anymore...)
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: I wrote this while listening to Asleep In The Chaple from Thursday. Mentioned lyrics are from this song. Thinking about myself and the new novel I'm going to write as soon as I'll have time. And I think it didn't do this drabble any good that it only has 100 words.
This loving kiss expresses what he never says aloud because I can’t take it. Lips brush about mine, tongue sneaking out to lick my lower lip.
Do you hear the church bells ringing?
Wake up!!
„Which sins do you want to confess, son?”
I break away. Stare in his blue eyes.
“I…”
A sob stops me. Tears shimmer in his eyes. I brush them away because I never want him to cry.
“None, father. None.”
His whispered words are broken by sobs of happiness:
“I love you, Dominic.”
I can take them because they aren’t a sin anymore - were never.
Title: Rings
Pairing: Guess, guys, guess!
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Thinking about freethegayboys, hoping that he'll like the muffin. ;) And, somehow, Faye managed it to sneak in here again. Dialogue.
„What’s this?“
„A muffin.“
„What for?“
“For you.”
“Is it my birthday?”
“Not really. But our anniversaries, Dom.”
“…”
“…”
“Fucking shit.”
“It’s ok, really!. I only made a muffin, too, after all. *giggles* You’re here, that’s all what matters.”
“I’m sure you made a mess of yourself on doing this!”
“That’s right.”
“And I’m sure you burnt your hand ten fucking times!”
“That’s right.”
“Oh, baby… well… I never forgot that it’s our anniversaries, Lij. Wanted to give you this tonight … .”
“Oh… God…”
“I know. I’ve got the same one, Lij. Let’s wear these rings to shout PR a Fuck You!, alright?”
“I love you, Dom.”
“Happy one-week anniversaries, Elijah.”
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Something historical happened; I wrote a Elijah!Het!pr0n. *bends head in shame* I don't know yet if it's good enough to be posted, my beta and I are at the moment having a look over it.