Aurora
Author: light_the_sky76
Pairings: Monaboyd
Fandom: Lotr
Rating: PG
Word Count: 886
Disclaimer: Made up, not real
A/N: I think I'm late posting this, am I late? I suppose it depends on what time zone you're in...
Lyric prompt: Oh, you look so beautiful tonight, In the city of blinding lights. The song is "City of Blinding Lights."
Traffic was light so Dom could easily divide his attention between the road and Billy. He had asked all the questions one asks a friend one has picked up from the airport and Billy had answered appropriately:
Flight? Fine, the airhostess was a fan of Lord of the Rings so was nice to him
Airline food? Okay
Luggage? All present and correct
Jet lag? Not too bad, he was a wee bit sleepy.
Billy watched Hawaiian life flow around them as they drove, taking deep breaths to replace the re-circulated air of the plane in his chest with the fresh ocean breeze.
"We should go surfing tomorrow; the weather's been perfect for it all week. Get you swimming in warm water."
Billy's gaze moved from the window to meet Dom's.
"Yeah. Great."
Tired, Billy was content to sit silently and watch the world go by so Dom let a companionable silence fall.
As Billy was content to watch the world, so Dom was content to watch Billy. Watch, but not touch. Not that he didn't want to touch Billy, he ached to, but he wanted to savour Billy's presence.
Dom's mum always opened presents very carefully, gently pulling the tape away from the shining paper; opening each fold with careful precision so the gift inside was revealed with a teasing slowness. As a child Dom didn't understand her, he would rip through the paper manically, wanting to get it out of the way as quickly as he could so he could reach the surprise beneath it. But as an adult he finally came to appreciate her approach.
He had hugged Billy at the airport of course, a big friendly bear hug where he'd grabbed Billy's arse with enough gusto to make a casual observer think it was done as a joke, but he now kept his hands to himself and only allowed himself furtive glances.
Billy sat across from Dom looking soft and sleepy from his long journey, testing Dom's resolve, he wanted to relish everything about Billy's arrival, like his mum with her wrapping paper, but everything about him was inviting - there was stubble on his cheeks that would prickle nicely under Dom's fingers and a hole in his jeans through which a patch of skin could be stroked.
Dom dug his fingernails into the steering wheel.
The road led them into a main street filled with nightlife and tourists. The smell of the ocean was lost underneath spices and cooking, voices and music buzzed around them and the night was lit with the glow of restaurants and clubs.
Light poured from a restaurant and filled the car in a warm orange and pink glow, soft and family friendly. Billy's skin shone with the light and Dom was reminded of all the times he'd seen Billy at dawn back in New Zealand during filming. He liked that many of the moments of their blossoming relationship had been lit by daybreak where tendrils of gold crept over the ground and red tipped clouds waited for the sun to join them. Whenever he saw the sunrise after a late night or early morning wearing Charlie's skin the glow in the sky reminded Dom of glue, coffee, loud music and the knowing glances they had shared over yet another script revision.
A crowd of tourists in bright clothes cross the road and Dom slowed to allow them safe passage.
"We need to buy you a Hawaiian shirt, Bill. A nice gaudy one with hula girls and palm trees in pink and green. It's disgraceful that you still don't have one."
Billy responded with a quirked eyebrow.
"We'll shop in a day or two."
Dom would make a big show of finding the perfect shirt Billy - insisting that Billy try on a large selection, each as frighteningly colourful as the other, but in the end they would leave the shop with something tree green or earth brown, something natural and grounded like Billy himself.
Billy sighed and shifted to sink lower in the passenger seat. He was wearing blue today, blue jeans and a blue shirt that had been washed so often it had faded to the colour of the sky that Billy had just travelled through.
They were passing a club now. Loud, brash and bright; pulsing with bass and neon. Billy's profile was illuminated in blue, purple then bright white one quickly after the other. Flash, flash, flash.
Dom blinked to clear his vision and saw Billy's silhouette behind his eyelids then accelerated, Billy's eyes would be tired and the club's glare would give him a headache.
Past the club then past more garish tourists and they left the busy street and were back on the open road where streetlights were the only source of light. They were unforgiving, harsh, showing every line on Billy's face and each dark mark under his eyes. He looked exposed, stripped of the facades he used in public, he was no longer Billy Boyd: Pippin from the Lord of the Rings trilogy, he was just Billy.
Dom was one of the few people who saw Billy this way and it was something he treasured: that Billy trusted him enough to be naked and true.
Dom's released his death grip on the steering wheel and moved one hand to touch Billy's cheek.
Pairings: Monaboyd
Fandom: Lotr
Rating: PG
Word Count: 886
Disclaimer: Made up, not real
A/N: I think I'm late posting this, am I late? I suppose it depends on what time zone you're in...
Lyric prompt: Oh, you look so beautiful tonight, In the city of blinding lights. The song is "City of Blinding Lights."
Traffic was light so Dom could easily divide his attention between the road and Billy. He had asked all the questions one asks a friend one has picked up from the airport and Billy had answered appropriately:
Flight? Fine, the airhostess was a fan of Lord of the Rings so was nice to him
Airline food? Okay
Luggage? All present and correct
Jet lag? Not too bad, he was a wee bit sleepy.
Billy watched Hawaiian life flow around them as they drove, taking deep breaths to replace the re-circulated air of the plane in his chest with the fresh ocean breeze.
"We should go surfing tomorrow; the weather's been perfect for it all week. Get you swimming in warm water."
Billy's gaze moved from the window to meet Dom's.
"Yeah. Great."
Tired, Billy was content to sit silently and watch the world go by so Dom let a companionable silence fall.
As Billy was content to watch the world, so Dom was content to watch Billy. Watch, but not touch. Not that he didn't want to touch Billy, he ached to, but he wanted to savour Billy's presence.
Dom's mum always opened presents very carefully, gently pulling the tape away from the shining paper; opening each fold with careful precision so the gift inside was revealed with a teasing slowness. As a child Dom didn't understand her, he would rip through the paper manically, wanting to get it out of the way as quickly as he could so he could reach the surprise beneath it. But as an adult he finally came to appreciate her approach.
He had hugged Billy at the airport of course, a big friendly bear hug where he'd grabbed Billy's arse with enough gusto to make a casual observer think it was done as a joke, but he now kept his hands to himself and only allowed himself furtive glances.
Billy sat across from Dom looking soft and sleepy from his long journey, testing Dom's resolve, he wanted to relish everything about Billy's arrival, like his mum with her wrapping paper, but everything about him was inviting - there was stubble on his cheeks that would prickle nicely under Dom's fingers and a hole in his jeans through which a patch of skin could be stroked.
Dom dug his fingernails into the steering wheel.
The road led them into a main street filled with nightlife and tourists. The smell of the ocean was lost underneath spices and cooking, voices and music buzzed around them and the night was lit with the glow of restaurants and clubs.
Light poured from a restaurant and filled the car in a warm orange and pink glow, soft and family friendly. Billy's skin shone with the light and Dom was reminded of all the times he'd seen Billy at dawn back in New Zealand during filming. He liked that many of the moments of their blossoming relationship had been lit by daybreak where tendrils of gold crept over the ground and red tipped clouds waited for the sun to join them. Whenever he saw the sunrise after a late night or early morning wearing Charlie's skin the glow in the sky reminded Dom of glue, coffee, loud music and the knowing glances they had shared over yet another script revision.
A crowd of tourists in bright clothes cross the road and Dom slowed to allow them safe passage.
"We need to buy you a Hawaiian shirt, Bill. A nice gaudy one with hula girls and palm trees in pink and green. It's disgraceful that you still don't have one."
Billy responded with a quirked eyebrow.
"We'll shop in a day or two."
Dom would make a big show of finding the perfect shirt Billy - insisting that Billy try on a large selection, each as frighteningly colourful as the other, but in the end they would leave the shop with something tree green or earth brown, something natural and grounded like Billy himself.
Billy sighed and shifted to sink lower in the passenger seat. He was wearing blue today, blue jeans and a blue shirt that had been washed so often it had faded to the colour of the sky that Billy had just travelled through.
They were passing a club now. Loud, brash and bright; pulsing with bass and neon. Billy's profile was illuminated in blue, purple then bright white one quickly after the other. Flash, flash, flash.
Dom blinked to clear his vision and saw Billy's silhouette behind his eyelids then accelerated, Billy's eyes would be tired and the club's glare would give him a headache.
Past the club then past more garish tourists and they left the busy street and were back on the open road where streetlights were the only source of light. They were unforgiving, harsh, showing every line on Billy's face and each dark mark under his eyes. He looked exposed, stripped of the facades he used in public, he was no longer Billy Boyd: Pippin from the Lord of the Rings trilogy, he was just Billy.
Dom was one of the few people who saw Billy this way and it was something he treasured: that Billy trusted him enough to be naked and true.
Dom's released his death grip on the steering wheel and moved one hand to touch Billy's cheek.