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monaboyd_monthHappy Friday and Happy Monaboyd Month to all!
Unfortunately, I am studying for the GRE again this year. But this also means I'm offering vocabulary ficlets/drabbles again. A few were already posted in my journal, but most of them were not.
So here we go. The first of seven installments to be posted throughout the day.
Enjoy!
hairbreadth: extremely close
Sometimes people are like art, Dom thinks. Or at least they can be. Sometimes you have to get really close to fully appreciate what they have to offer, to see the subtle gradations in color, the detail that's gone into every brushstroke.
Billy's eyes are a rare green, but they're even rarer when they're right in front of Dom's; they have gold in them, too. His mouth is soft and pink and pretty, half-open and vulnerable. But right now, Dom can see the creases in his bottom lip, fossils of kisses, smiles, and scowls. The set of his face is unassuming from afar, but here Dom can see there's so much more going on underneath his skin. The lines of his cheekbones and his jaw are hard and pensive, his brow resilient. It softens when he turns his attention from the crew to Dom.
"Hey." He tweaks Dom's nose. "Focus. We're at work, remember?"
Dom can feel the vibrations of Billy's voice through the thick layers of his costume, and it permeates his organs, settling at the core of him. He shifts closer under the gnarled tree branch and sighs, his eyes falling shut, pondering Impressionism.
argot: a characteristic language of a particular group
Elijah wishes it were just a cultural thing. Then maybe he'd have an excuse for constantly trying to understand their conversations; better still, maybe he'd stand a chance of actually understanding them. Instead, he curls up like a dog at their feet, radiating unfortunate confusion with his amused but not-quite-there ping-pong stare as they toss loaded looks and truncated phrases back and forth.
Like with many of his shortcomings, he'd love to blame it on the fact that he's American, but he knows that's not the case. It's the case of him not quite fitting in that space between them, that electrically charged patch of air that gets to carry their banter, their glances, their breath, their intended and anticipated touches. But he figures that if he can't be a part of the charge, he can at least cop a few shocks every once in a while.
Unfortunately, I am studying for the GRE again this year. But this also means I'm offering vocabulary ficlets/drabbles again. A few were already posted in my journal, but most of them were not.
So here we go. The first of seven installments to be posted throughout the day.
Enjoy!
hairbreadth: extremely close
Sometimes people are like art, Dom thinks. Or at least they can be. Sometimes you have to get really close to fully appreciate what they have to offer, to see the subtle gradations in color, the detail that's gone into every brushstroke.
Billy's eyes are a rare green, but they're even rarer when they're right in front of Dom's; they have gold in them, too. His mouth is soft and pink and pretty, half-open and vulnerable. But right now, Dom can see the creases in his bottom lip, fossils of kisses, smiles, and scowls. The set of his face is unassuming from afar, but here Dom can see there's so much more going on underneath his skin. The lines of his cheekbones and his jaw are hard and pensive, his brow resilient. It softens when he turns his attention from the crew to Dom.
"Hey." He tweaks Dom's nose. "Focus. We're at work, remember?"
Dom can feel the vibrations of Billy's voice through the thick layers of his costume, and it permeates his organs, settling at the core of him. He shifts closer under the gnarled tree branch and sighs, his eyes falling shut, pondering Impressionism.
argot: a characteristic language of a particular group
Elijah wishes it were just a cultural thing. Then maybe he'd have an excuse for constantly trying to understand their conversations; better still, maybe he'd stand a chance of actually understanding them. Instead, he curls up like a dog at their feet, radiating unfortunate confusion with his amused but not-quite-there ping-pong stare as they toss loaded looks and truncated phrases back and forth.
Like with many of his shortcomings, he'd love to blame it on the fact that he's American, but he knows that's not the case. It's the case of him not quite fitting in that space between them, that electrically charged patch of air that gets to carry their banter, their glances, their breath, their intended and anticipated touches. But he figures that if he can't be a part of the charge, he can at least cop a few shocks every once in a while.
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Date: 2009-05-08 01:17 pm (UTC)I know that feeling so well, and what an eloquent way to put it.
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Date: 2009-05-08 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-08 02:53 pm (UTC)Hairbreath was delicious.
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Date: 2009-05-08 05:31 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2009-05-22 04:04 pm (UTC)and
It's the case of him not quite fitting in that space between them, that electrically charged patch of air that gets to carry their banter, their glances, their breath, their intended and anticipated touches.
You can always say so much with so few words. Quite the gift.
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Date: 2009-05-23 03:07 am (UTC)...Seeing all your comments, I fear I'm going to sound redundant very quickly.
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Date: 2009-05-26 02:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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