Fic: Distance
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monaboyd_monthTitle: Distance
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Pairing: Billy/Dom (though you have to squint a touch); allusions to Billy/Ali and Dom/Evi
Rating: PG-13 (R, if you object to the f-bomb)
Word count: 1949, according to the oh-so-accurate MS Word. *koff*
Author's notes: The lyrics to the song (almost) featured in this story can be found at the end. Many thanks to my husband for the beta. My apologies for posting this just under the wire!
“I would follow the vessel my true love sails in...”
“What a silly twat!”
“What?”
“Well, it is rather pathetic, isn’t it? Whinging over someone that way, I mean.”
Billy snorted. “Says the man who can’t get over the fact that the Fellowship don’t go on holiday together every other bloody month!”
“I never—”
“Wheesht! I love this song...”
Dom sighed and swigged his ginger ale. “Wish I could have a beer,” he muttered under his breath.
“Shh!”
Dom glared at Billy and settled back into his seat.
“For once I was carefree, my own life to choose...”
“Oh, give me strength!”
“Dominic!”
“William!”
“Shut it.”
When Billy spoke that quietly, Dom knew to obey without further question. He fidgeted until Billy stopped him with a touch that let him know exactly what would happen if he continued to fuss. He grinned as he complied, but his amusement shifted as Billy’s hand remained on his arm a fraction longer than was normal in such a situation. The quip he’d coined died on his lips as he caught sight of Billy’s expression. He relaxed his arm under Billy’s grip, and felt a squeeze in response just as Billy pulled his hand away.
“Are you all right?” asked Dom, some moments after the song had ended.
“Of course, I am. Why do you ask?”
“I dunno. You seemed a bit...sort of...homesick, I suppose.”
“Och, don’t be daft!”
“Well, I mean, I know we’re in Glasgow, and at your club, and all, but—“
“Well, then, shouldn’t it be you that’s homesick?
Dom winced, a little, inside. “Manchester’s only a few hours away,” he tried.
“Yes, and it hasn’t felt like home to you since you came back from Rings,” scythed Billy.
“Not even before that, really.” Dom heard the words slip from his mouth.
“I got that idea,” allowed Billy.
“It’s just...” Dom sighed. “Home’s where the heart is, yeah? And I love Mum and Dad, and all, but anytime I set foot out the house, I felt as though I were in Borstal.”
“Aye,” murmured Billy, eyes shadowing.
It was Dom’s turn to squeeze Billy’s arm.
“Funny, isn’t it?”
“What?”
“How you can be right in your own home and feel so far away from everything.” Billy patted Dom’s hand.
“Well, you are far away from everything, if your home’s in Glasgow!”
“Watch it!”
“Sorry,” grinned Dom.
“Wanker!”
Dom gave Billy’s arm another squeeze and pulled back. “Always, where you’re concerned.”
“Nice to know you care, Dominic!”
“Oh, I certainly do,” chuckled Dom, his grin fixed.
Billy sighed. “I’ve always wondered how people can feel so alone when they’re with the people they love. I mean, at least in that song, someone’s parted from their fiancée. Makes sense to feel alone, then, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose,” allowed Dom, studying his drink.
“Dom?”
“Well, it’s not exactly as if he actually could turn himself into a blackbird and intercept her ship, now, is it?”
“I’m beginning to wish I’d never heard that song,” observed Billy.
“I just meant that it’s a bit pointless mooning after someone who’s left, yeah? I mean, even if he did manage to find her, it’s not like she’d jump into his arms and beg him to fly her back home.” Dom studied his glass, willing the Schweppes inside to turn into beer.
“Yeah,” said Billy, quietly.
Dom peered at him. “What’s up, Bill?”
“Nothing. I told you.”
“You’ve been all broody since I got here, and you haven’t shouted at me once since we left your flat.”
“Fighting’s not allowed in the club,” said Billy, absently.
“Want to go have a row?” grinned Dom.
“No, I want you to stop being a pillock and fucking leave it!”
As heads turned, Dom thought quickly. “Oh, that’s it! That’s just how you should read it for the audition.”
Billy glared daggers at Dom before something engaged in his eye and he glanced along Dom’s gaze. “Thanks,” he said, with a lightness that only Dom recognized as forced. “Sorry about that,” he added, with a cheery wave to the onlookers.
After a moment and some shaken heads, the surrounding club members turned their attention back to what they’d been doing, and Dom leant towards Billy. “Are you—oh, right. You’re fine. I forgot.”
Billy seemed to deflate, a bit. “I’m sorry, Dom. I’ve just been having some trouble sleeping, lately.”
“Jack keeping you up, is he? You know I’d be happy to keep him occupied while you have a kip, yeah?”
“You two do have a bit in common.”
“You mean because we’re both handsome, strapping young men,” stated Dom.
“No, I mean because you’re both two.”
“Oi!”
Billy knocked back the rest of his Macallan. “Want to go home?”
“No,” said Dom, before he could think.
“What?”
“Home?”
“My place, I assume. Unless you’d like to go back to L.A. or Manchester or Indonesia, or wherever it is that you’re living these days.” Billy fussed with a neighbouring bar coaster in the way that always indicated that he hated what he’d just suggested.
“L.A.” Dom stared into his glass and then looked up at the bottle of blue Curacao at just the perfect level to bring back memories of Hawaii he’d been trying to avoid.
“I know that, you daft git! I’ve a flat not five minutes from you, remember?”
“Of course I—of course I bloody remember,” said Dom, lowering his voice to a low hiss before he risked them breaking club rules again, “only I don’t see you that much, do I? For all that you and Ali and Jack are there every few months, we never seem to see each other. You don’t even know that Evi and I—” he broke off, biting his tongue on the rest of his sentence.
“I heard,” said Billy, quietly.
“And you didn’t say anything?”
“I couldn’t.”
“Why not? I could’ve used a friend.” Dom blinked back the sting in his eyes, hating his own weakness.
“You didn’t say anything to me about it, so I thought you didn’t want me to pry.”
Dom drew in a sharp breath. “Right. C’mon.” He stood and tugged once at Billy’s sleeve. “Don’t want to break club rules.” With that, he marched out of the club, hoping sincerely that Billy would follow before he had to turn round and drag him out bodily.
“What the bloody fuck is going on with you, Dominic?” asked Billy when they were just far enough from the club.
“I might ask you the same thing,” said Dom, rounding on Billy. “You thought I didn’t want you to pry? When has that ever stopped either of us? We’ve been prying in each other’s lives since 1999, and half a world away!”
“No, you’re the one who pries. I keep a respectful distance and invite you to come to me when you need my help.”
“Oh, you mean like now? Inviting me to Glasgow so we can have drinks at your club? So you can play me a track of some geezer singing an old song about lost love in the hopes of getting me to spill my guts to you in a place where I can’t even shout properly? Very fucking subtle that is!”
“Well, you didn’t catch on, did you?” jabbed Billy. “Christ! Is that why you think I played that song?”
“I don’t fucking know, do I? You’ve been so fucking far away, I thought I was in bloody Peru!” Dom turned away and ran his hand through his hair. “What is wrong, Bills?” He turned back, pleading.
“Nothing.”
Dom gnashed his teeth with a feral growl he hadn’t known he could make and kicked the nearest litterbin, hard. “Don’t you dare fucking tell me that again! I’ve been here for two days, and you’ve barely said a word to me. Ali and Jack aren’t around to keep me company, and you’re—look, all I wanted to do was talk to you, but I can’t fucking reach you, and I don’t know what to do. You’re the one I always go to when I—oh, bugger it! I’m going to find a hotel and catch a flight back to L.A. in the morning. Maybe Astin’ll let me take the girls to Disneyland.”
“I’m sorry.”
Dom sighed. “Look, it’s all right, yeah? Sometimes you’re just not in the mood to be with your mates, is all. Give us a hug goodbye, and I’ll be out of your way….”
Dom had expected Billy to tell him to fuck off, but just as he held out his arms, Billy launched himself at him, hugging him—clinging—and muttering something into Dom’s jacket.
“What was that?”
“Ali left.”
“Bill….” Dom’s arms wound tightly around Billy, folding themselves into old pathways etched deep in muscle and bone and spine before his brain could tell them what to do.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” asked Dom, handing Billy a beer and sitting down beside him on the sofa to sip his water.
“I … don’t know, really. I wanted to, but then I heard about you and Evi and…. No. That’s not true.” Billy sighed. “I felt like such a wanker, I just didn’t want to tell anyone. Especially you.”
“If you can’t tell me about you being a wanker, who can you tell?” Dom bumped Billy’s elbow with his own and winked.
“All right, then, why don’t you tell me why you didn’t tell me about you and Evi?”
“Touché,” said Dom, softly clinking his glass against Billy’s beer bottle.
They drank slowly and in silence for a few moments, side by side but not quite touching.
“You know,” observed Dom, “I’m beginning to see what you mean.”
“About what?”
“About feeling so alone while you’re sat next to someone you love.”
“Och, I’m sorry. Again,” Billy added, pointedly.
“Not right now,” Dom hastened to amend.
Billy turned a laser look on him.
“Well, all right, maybe just a bit.”
Billy turned back to his beer, eyes boring through the label much the way they had just bored through Dom. “There were days—weeks, sometimes—when Ali and I would be so wrapped up in Jack or our work, we’d hardly talk to each other,” he said at last.
“And then you’d sit in front of the telly and answer your mobile,” said Dom, gazing at his water.
“Or the baby monitor,” said Billy.
“And you could never have that conversation about how your day had gone.”
“Or what happened in the news.”
“Or what was on your mind.”
“Or what was on hers,” they both said.
“And then one day…”
“You tell her that you’re leaving the show…”
“…that you’re starting a tour with the band.”
“And she says that things have run their course…”
“…that she never sees enough of you…”
“…and she’s met another bloke who’s got more clout in the business…”
“…and she’s taking the baby and going to her mum’s….”
Dom took Billy’s beer from his hands just as it started to slip out and set it on the coffee table. “Ah, Bill, I’m so sorry….”
They held each other through the worst of it, and Dom dared a kiss to Billy’s neck, lingering longer than he’d been allowed in quite some time.
“You trying to take advantage of me in my pathetic state?” mumbled Billy, wiping his eyes and nose against Dom’s shirt.
“Don’t I always?”
“You haven’t lately.”
“Just trying to keep a respectful distance,” Dom managed around a fresh lump in his throat.
“I’m beginning to think that I might have overdone the distance thing,” said Billy a bit more damply.
Dom pulled Billy closer and squeezed his eyes shut. “You weren’t the only one,” he said, when he could.
~End
Here is my version of the song Billy plays for Dom. In my brain, they’re hearing Owain Phyfe’s version, which you can download for 99 cents (American) here. Many thanks tosemyaza for pointing out this gorgeous song a few years back.
If I Were a Blackbird
Refrain: If I were a blackbird, the wind ’neath my wings,
I’d follow the vessel my true love sails in,
And in the top rigging, I’d there build my nest.
I’d flutter my wings o’er his lilly-white breast.
My story’s a true one, the words they are sad,
For once I was courted by a brave sailing lad,
He courted me strongly by night and by day,
Oh, but now he has left me and sailed far away.
Refrain
He promised to take me to Donnybrook fair,
And to buy me red ribbon for to tie up my hair.
And when he came home from the ocean so wide,
He would take me and make me his own bonny bride.
Refrain
My family, they chide me, and will not agree
That me and my sailor boy married will be,
But when he comes home, I’ll greet him with joy,
And I’ll take to my heart my dear sailor boy.
Refrain
Author:
blackbird_songPairing: Billy/Dom (though you have to squint a touch); allusions to Billy/Ali and Dom/Evi
Rating: PG-13 (R, if you object to the f-bomb)
Word count: 1949, according to the oh-so-accurate MS Word. *koff*
Author's notes: The lyrics to the song (almost) featured in this story can be found at the end. Many thanks to my husband for the beta. My apologies for posting this just under the wire!
“I would follow the vessel my true love sails in...”
“What a silly twat!”
“What?”
“Well, it is rather pathetic, isn’t it? Whinging over someone that way, I mean.”
Billy snorted. “Says the man who can’t get over the fact that the Fellowship don’t go on holiday together every other bloody month!”
“I never—”
“Wheesht! I love this song...”
Dom sighed and swigged his ginger ale. “Wish I could have a beer,” he muttered under his breath.
“Shh!”
Dom glared at Billy and settled back into his seat.
“For once I was carefree, my own life to choose...”
“Oh, give me strength!”
“Dominic!”
“William!”
“Shut it.”
When Billy spoke that quietly, Dom knew to obey without further question. He fidgeted until Billy stopped him with a touch that let him know exactly what would happen if he continued to fuss. He grinned as he complied, but his amusement shifted as Billy’s hand remained on his arm a fraction longer than was normal in such a situation. The quip he’d coined died on his lips as he caught sight of Billy’s expression. He relaxed his arm under Billy’s grip, and felt a squeeze in response just as Billy pulled his hand away.
“Are you all right?” asked Dom, some moments after the song had ended.
“Of course, I am. Why do you ask?”
“I dunno. You seemed a bit...sort of...homesick, I suppose.”
“Och, don’t be daft!”
“Well, I mean, I know we’re in Glasgow, and at your club, and all, but—“
“Well, then, shouldn’t it be you that’s homesick?
Dom winced, a little, inside. “Manchester’s only a few hours away,” he tried.
“Yes, and it hasn’t felt like home to you since you came back from Rings,” scythed Billy.
“Not even before that, really.” Dom heard the words slip from his mouth.
“I got that idea,” allowed Billy.
“It’s just...” Dom sighed. “Home’s where the heart is, yeah? And I love Mum and Dad, and all, but anytime I set foot out the house, I felt as though I were in Borstal.”
“Aye,” murmured Billy, eyes shadowing.
It was Dom’s turn to squeeze Billy’s arm.
“Funny, isn’t it?”
“What?”
“How you can be right in your own home and feel so far away from everything.” Billy patted Dom’s hand.
“Well, you are far away from everything, if your home’s in Glasgow!”
“Watch it!”
“Sorry,” grinned Dom.
“Wanker!”
Dom gave Billy’s arm another squeeze and pulled back. “Always, where you’re concerned.”
“Nice to know you care, Dominic!”
“Oh, I certainly do,” chuckled Dom, his grin fixed.
Billy sighed. “I’ve always wondered how people can feel so alone when they’re with the people they love. I mean, at least in that song, someone’s parted from their fiancée. Makes sense to feel alone, then, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose,” allowed Dom, studying his drink.
“Dom?”
“Well, it’s not exactly as if he actually could turn himself into a blackbird and intercept her ship, now, is it?”
“I’m beginning to wish I’d never heard that song,” observed Billy.
“I just meant that it’s a bit pointless mooning after someone who’s left, yeah? I mean, even if he did manage to find her, it’s not like she’d jump into his arms and beg him to fly her back home.” Dom studied his glass, willing the Schweppes inside to turn into beer.
“Yeah,” said Billy, quietly.
Dom peered at him. “What’s up, Bill?”
“Nothing. I told you.”
“You’ve been all broody since I got here, and you haven’t shouted at me once since we left your flat.”
“Fighting’s not allowed in the club,” said Billy, absently.
“Want to go have a row?” grinned Dom.
“No, I want you to stop being a pillock and fucking leave it!”
As heads turned, Dom thought quickly. “Oh, that’s it! That’s just how you should read it for the audition.”
Billy glared daggers at Dom before something engaged in his eye and he glanced along Dom’s gaze. “Thanks,” he said, with a lightness that only Dom recognized as forced. “Sorry about that,” he added, with a cheery wave to the onlookers.
After a moment and some shaken heads, the surrounding club members turned their attention back to what they’d been doing, and Dom leant towards Billy. “Are you—oh, right. You’re fine. I forgot.”
Billy seemed to deflate, a bit. “I’m sorry, Dom. I’ve just been having some trouble sleeping, lately.”
“Jack keeping you up, is he? You know I’d be happy to keep him occupied while you have a kip, yeah?”
“You two do have a bit in common.”
“You mean because we’re both handsome, strapping young men,” stated Dom.
“No, I mean because you’re both two.”
“Oi!”
Billy knocked back the rest of his Macallan. “Want to go home?”
“No,” said Dom, before he could think.
“What?”
“Home?”
“My place, I assume. Unless you’d like to go back to L.A. or Manchester or Indonesia, or wherever it is that you’re living these days.” Billy fussed with a neighbouring bar coaster in the way that always indicated that he hated what he’d just suggested.
“L.A.” Dom stared into his glass and then looked up at the bottle of blue Curacao at just the perfect level to bring back memories of Hawaii he’d been trying to avoid.
“I know that, you daft git! I’ve a flat not five minutes from you, remember?”
“Of course I—of course I bloody remember,” said Dom, lowering his voice to a low hiss before he risked them breaking club rules again, “only I don’t see you that much, do I? For all that you and Ali and Jack are there every few months, we never seem to see each other. You don’t even know that Evi and I—” he broke off, biting his tongue on the rest of his sentence.
“I heard,” said Billy, quietly.
“And you didn’t say anything?”
“I couldn’t.”
“Why not? I could’ve used a friend.” Dom blinked back the sting in his eyes, hating his own weakness.
“You didn’t say anything to me about it, so I thought you didn’t want me to pry.”
Dom drew in a sharp breath. “Right. C’mon.” He stood and tugged once at Billy’s sleeve. “Don’t want to break club rules.” With that, he marched out of the club, hoping sincerely that Billy would follow before he had to turn round and drag him out bodily.
“What the bloody fuck is going on with you, Dominic?” asked Billy when they were just far enough from the club.
“I might ask you the same thing,” said Dom, rounding on Billy. “You thought I didn’t want you to pry? When has that ever stopped either of us? We’ve been prying in each other’s lives since 1999, and half a world away!”
“No, you’re the one who pries. I keep a respectful distance and invite you to come to me when you need my help.”
“Oh, you mean like now? Inviting me to Glasgow so we can have drinks at your club? So you can play me a track of some geezer singing an old song about lost love in the hopes of getting me to spill my guts to you in a place where I can’t even shout properly? Very fucking subtle that is!”
“Well, you didn’t catch on, did you?” jabbed Billy. “Christ! Is that why you think I played that song?”
“I don’t fucking know, do I? You’ve been so fucking far away, I thought I was in bloody Peru!” Dom turned away and ran his hand through his hair. “What is wrong, Bills?” He turned back, pleading.
“Nothing.”
Dom gnashed his teeth with a feral growl he hadn’t known he could make and kicked the nearest litterbin, hard. “Don’t you dare fucking tell me that again! I’ve been here for two days, and you’ve barely said a word to me. Ali and Jack aren’t around to keep me company, and you’re—look, all I wanted to do was talk to you, but I can’t fucking reach you, and I don’t know what to do. You’re the one I always go to when I—oh, bugger it! I’m going to find a hotel and catch a flight back to L.A. in the morning. Maybe Astin’ll let me take the girls to Disneyland.”
“I’m sorry.”
Dom sighed. “Look, it’s all right, yeah? Sometimes you’re just not in the mood to be with your mates, is all. Give us a hug goodbye, and I’ll be out of your way….”
Dom had expected Billy to tell him to fuck off, but just as he held out his arms, Billy launched himself at him, hugging him—clinging—and muttering something into Dom’s jacket.
“What was that?”
“Ali left.”
“Bill….” Dom’s arms wound tightly around Billy, folding themselves into old pathways etched deep in muscle and bone and spine before his brain could tell them what to do.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” asked Dom, handing Billy a beer and sitting down beside him on the sofa to sip his water.
“I … don’t know, really. I wanted to, but then I heard about you and Evi and…. No. That’s not true.” Billy sighed. “I felt like such a wanker, I just didn’t want to tell anyone. Especially you.”
“If you can’t tell me about you being a wanker, who can you tell?” Dom bumped Billy’s elbow with his own and winked.
“All right, then, why don’t you tell me why you didn’t tell me about you and Evi?”
“Touché,” said Dom, softly clinking his glass against Billy’s beer bottle.
They drank slowly and in silence for a few moments, side by side but not quite touching.
“You know,” observed Dom, “I’m beginning to see what you mean.”
“About what?”
“About feeling so alone while you’re sat next to someone you love.”
“Och, I’m sorry. Again,” Billy added, pointedly.
“Not right now,” Dom hastened to amend.
Billy turned a laser look on him.
“Well, all right, maybe just a bit.”
Billy turned back to his beer, eyes boring through the label much the way they had just bored through Dom. “There were days—weeks, sometimes—when Ali and I would be so wrapped up in Jack or our work, we’d hardly talk to each other,” he said at last.
“And then you’d sit in front of the telly and answer your mobile,” said Dom, gazing at his water.
“Or the baby monitor,” said Billy.
“And you could never have that conversation about how your day had gone.”
“Or what happened in the news.”
“Or what was on your mind.”
“Or what was on hers,” they both said.
“And then one day…”
“You tell her that you’re leaving the show…”
“…that you’re starting a tour with the band.”
“And she says that things have run their course…”
“…that she never sees enough of you…”
“…and she’s met another bloke who’s got more clout in the business…”
“…and she’s taking the baby and going to her mum’s….”
Dom took Billy’s beer from his hands just as it started to slip out and set it on the coffee table. “Ah, Bill, I’m so sorry….”
They held each other through the worst of it, and Dom dared a kiss to Billy’s neck, lingering longer than he’d been allowed in quite some time.
“You trying to take advantage of me in my pathetic state?” mumbled Billy, wiping his eyes and nose against Dom’s shirt.
“Don’t I always?”
“You haven’t lately.”
“Just trying to keep a respectful distance,” Dom managed around a fresh lump in his throat.
“I’m beginning to think that I might have overdone the distance thing,” said Billy a bit more damply.
Dom pulled Billy closer and squeezed his eyes shut. “You weren’t the only one,” he said, when he could.
~End
Here is my version of the song Billy plays for Dom. In my brain, they’re hearing Owain Phyfe’s version, which you can download for 99 cents (American) here. Many thanks to
semyaza for pointing out this gorgeous song a few years back. If I Were a Blackbird
Refrain: If I were a blackbird, the wind ’neath my wings,
I’d follow the vessel my true love sails in,
And in the top rigging, I’d there build my nest.
I’d flutter my wings o’er his lilly-white breast.
My story’s a true one, the words they are sad,
For once I was courted by a brave sailing lad,
He courted me strongly by night and by day,
Oh, but now he has left me and sailed far away.
Refrain
He promised to take me to Donnybrook fair,
And to buy me red ribbon for to tie up my hair.
And when he came home from the ocean so wide,
He would take me and make me his own bonny bride.
Refrain
My family, they chide me, and will not agree
That me and my sailor boy married will be,
But when he comes home, I’ll greet him with joy,
And I’ll take to my heart my dear sailor boy.
Refrain
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Date: 2008-04-19 04:16 am (UTC)Kudos to your husband as well for his phenomenal beta skills - I bet not every writer has a spouse that can fill that role so well.
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Date: 2008-04-19 02:31 pm (UTC)I'm very lucky to have a spouse who enjoys my work, and is so slash-tolerant. He's not an editor-type, so I read him the stories out loud (which helps me to catch stuff that needs changing from a technical point of view), and then I grill him for his opinions, which sometimes come from left field, but point me indirectly to something else that needs adjustment. I think it likely that nobody could quite understand the way we work together. *g* Hmm... Maybe I should write a movie about that...;)
Catherine
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Date: 2008-04-19 07:39 am (UTC)typo here, with html probably-
“Well, it’s not exactly as if he actually couldturn
happens to me allll the time.
i love when music inspires fic, and fic illuminates music. just love it. well done.
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Date: 2008-04-19 02:19 pm (UTC)I'm so glad that you liked this. It's not quite my usual fare, in certain ways, so it's nice to receive a thumbs-up from a writer whose work I respect. :)
Thank you so much for reading this, and for your feedback. It is most appreciated.
Catherine
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Date: 2008-04-19 02:22 pm (UTC)i really really enjoyed this. came back to it twice last night at work. thank you again for this lovely journey.
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Date: 2008-04-19 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-20 01:41 am (UTC)Thank you, it's just lovely. :-)
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Date: 2008-04-20 05:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-20 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-20 10:36 pm (UTC)Have always adored your work. ;)
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Date: 2008-04-21 11:16 am (UTC)That's it, isn't it? *g*. I liked this very much.
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Date: 2008-04-21 04:58 pm (UTC)This line just affected me so much for some reason. I read it through at least 3 times before moving on. It's just the perfect mixture of a mental habit combined with a tender visual. That ever-present familiarity that the two of them have with each other, no matter the distance or time that separates them. If that makes any sort of sense. :)
Thank you for writing this. ♥
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Date: 2008-04-21 05:34 pm (UTC)Whew, I was glad Dom put everything out there to get Billy to open up. I love fics like this - you are so very talented. Thank you!
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Date: 2008-04-22 06:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-11 02:08 pm (UTC)Dom’s arms wound tightly around Billy, folding themselves into old pathways etched deep in muscle and bone and spine before his brain could tell them what to do.
This line is so fantastic.
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Date: 2008-05-14 02:13 am (UTC)