GRE Vocab Prep via Monaboyd Part III

[eff-reality.livejournal.com]

The theme for this installment is adornment.



bedizen: to adorn, especially in a cheap, showy manner
Rated G

"Hey. Ready to go?"

"Sorry, not quite," Dom replies, giving Billy a subtle once-over before he steps aside to let him pass into the room. "You look good, Bill."

Billy sits at the end of the bed facing the bureau, his knees splayed. His smile is bright and sweet. "Thanks."

Dom trails his fingers over the forearm of Billy's suit jacket on his way back to the mirror. Various Dom accoutrements are scattered about the dresser in front of him. Billy is unable to discern which pieces have been deemed unsuitable, which are possible contenders, and which will definitely have the privilege of gracing Dom's skin tonight. Dom bites his lower lip, his brow furrowed. Maybe he hasn't yet made that distinction for any of the pieces, either.

He looks up at the mirror and cocks his head, looking himself over. Billy leans back into the mattress on his elbows, watching. Dom picks up a thick, heavy silver cuff and clasps it around his left wrist, shaking his arm out a bit in front of him as if to test its weight. The metal makes dull sounds against his wristbone. Billy's mouth involuntarily curls into a small, appreciative smile.

Next, Dom picks up two necklaces, both leather with different pendants, and unravels them from each other carefully. He discards one and takes some time undoing the clasp of the other before guiding the two strips of leather around either side of his neck. His fingertips making a rustling sound against the soft dirty blonde hair at the nape of his neck as he tries to fasten it, but before Billy can rise off the bed to offer assistance, the necklace hangs properly. Dom fingers the jade pendant before tucking it underneath the collar of his t-shirt.

After quickly sliding his hands through two of his everyday leather wristcuffs, Dom gathers seemingly all of his rings in the center of the dresser. As he makes his choices for the evening, separating them out from the pile, Billy gives a short, imperceptible laugh under his breath. Dom counts the rings he's chosen. Takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Not enough fingers, Billy realizes. Dom reluctantly slides two from the smaller pile back with the other rejects.

Billy's eyes widen as Dom adjusts the tenth ring over his tenth finger. Dom looks up at him in the mirror. "Too much?" He wiggles his fingers. Billy nods and Dom acquiesces, ditching three.

Dom looks up at himself and takes a step back, smoothing his t-shirt down and fixing the lapels of his suit jacket. He gives Billy a wide, toothy grin in the mirror.

"Done yet, Madonna?"

"Yeah," Dom ducks his head mock-sheepishly.

*

When Billy turns back to tell Dom about who he's excited to see at the awards show that night, the hallway is empty. He sighs and shoves his hands into his pockets, standing in place.

A half-minute later, Dom reemerges from his hotel room, a sparkly beige scarf tied around his neck. "Sorry. Go on, Bill."

*****

filigree: an ornamental work, especially of delicate, lacelike patterns; resembling such a pattern
Rated PG

"What are you humming?" Elijah asks from underneath Orli across the room.

Dom raises his voice a little and inserts lyrics in response. "Would you like to marry me? And if you like you can buy the ring..." He is perched on an ornate hunter green chair, bum on one arm, the backs of his calves on the other. His brow is furrowed in concentration as he drags his eyeliner in swirls along pale white skin. "She doesn't care about anything... not even when I draw curlicues on people's faces..." The Smiths' lyrics float away, leaving Dom's drunken musings in their wake. His right leg bounces to the beat in his head on the arm of the chair. He hiccups, then continues the song without a hitch. "Would you like to marry me? And if you like you can buy the ring... I don't dream about anyone..." The face under his surprisingly steady hands twitches and he gasps, his entire body stilling for a moment. The face goes lax again, deep whistling breaths escaping the small pert mouth. Dom smiles, filling in some of the curlicues with bright red lipstick he borrowed from Liv. He continues singing, but his voice comes softer. "...except myself..."

Elijah picks up the melody, screeching when Orli launches back into a previously abandoned tickle attack.

Dilated green eyes flutter open at the sound. Elijah and Orlando are already in hysterics, their attention having shifted to the scene about to unfold. Dom smiles innocently, hands on either side of Billy's head against the upholstery, the eye pencil and tube of lipstick wedged precariously between his fingers. Billy yawns and smiles up at him, oblivious to the elaborate designs on his cheek, his hands still cupped around the mostly empty bottle of whiskey between his thighs. He looks (and smells) like he took a bath in alcohol. "Morning, love," Dom drawls, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Billy scoots himself up so he's sitting straight-backed against the chair. He tucks the bottle into his side and pulls Dom down into his lap clumsily. Dom's eyes widen. "What're you hovering about me for, like a helicopter?" Billy gigglebreathes under his jaw.

The makeup tools fall from Dom's hand and into the crevice where the cushion meets the arm of the chair.


*Lyrics: "William, It Was Really Nothing" by The Smiths

Comments

[dashery.livejournal.com]

I approve of this theme omg.

Billy's eyes widen as Dom adjusts the tenth ring over his tenth finger. Dom looks up at him in the mirror. "Too much?" He wiggles his fingers. Billy nods and Dom acquiesces, ditching three.

Ahem. I may have a slight handkink. (It's a well-kept secret, I'm sure. *g*) So thank you for this.

[eff-reality.livejournal.com]

Ahem. I may have a slight handkink. (It's a well-kept secret, I'm sure. *g*)
I may be guilty of that as well. Damn you, Monaghan. Damn you to Sexy Hands Hell.

Thank you!

[silentdescant.livejournal.com]

A half-minute later, Dom reemerges from his hotel room, a sparkly beige scarf tied around his neck. "Sorry. Go on, Bill."

Heee, I love that. So very Dom-ish.

[eff-reality.livejournal.com]

Heee thank you!! :)