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monaboyd_monthI lied (or miscounted, rather). There will be eight installments, not seven. :)
fulminate: thunder; explode
Dom finds him in the alley, spitting blood onto cobblestone. A wad of bunched up wet paper towels from the pub loo nearly pushes his lower lip all the way to one side, and when he half-turns to acknowledge Dom--or to make sure the intrusion isn't the same guy, come back for Round Two--he pulls it away to reveal a nasty circle of a gash at the corner of his mouth, changing his entire face. He crushes the wet wad in his fist, pink water dripping through his fingers and plinking on the ground. It mingles with the unadulterated blood from just before, making a tiny red puddle. Even bloodied, Billy is neat.
He moves the paper to his temple, but it's ineffectual; the wad is coming apart in his hand, random pieces clinging to his knuckles.
"Bill, what was that?" Dom hovers by the back door, completely captivated.
Billy picks the sopping pieces from his skin and starts working them over his fingers, scrubbing them almost clean. "He was taking the piss out of you, and that's just not on." Blood trickles down his forehead and he blinks it out of his eye, not looking back at Dom.
tonsorial: of or relating to the work of a barber
This is the first time in months that Dominic's felt a simple, uncomplicated kind of joy. As he works the small, delicate scissors in slow snips, he remembers how Lij had told him he needed to distract himself, put himself to tasks such as this, and he couldn't have been more right. It's kind of like yoga; it gives him focus and a definite if fleeting sense of accomplishment. Dominic feels his mouth turning up at the corners, a truly foreign but not unwelcome sensation.
To be fair, it's not the first time he's smiled this weekend. The first had been when he first saw Billy, and then it was so wide and bright that it had hurt. All the vitriol, all the bitterness and general emotional crap that's been plaguing him since the move to L.A. never seems to apply to Billy. For almost a year, he's been secretly cursing his friends who've been getting consistent work (an awful, shameful thing that he wishes he could control), and yet, here he is, trimming Billy's Bonden hair with a big smile on his face. Sometimes he'd go so far as to say that he'd give up any designs on being a star himself to be Billy's personal assistant.
Dominic brushes errant hairs off Billy's neck, humming under his breath.
"You really love me, don't you?"
Dominic's hand slows, and Billy reaches over his shoulder to grab it. Billy turns and tries to look at him, but he can't stretch his neck that far. Dominic lets his pinkie stroke along the underside of Billy's chin for a moment before he palms the crown of his head and urges it back to center, quietly chiding, "Shut it."
fulminate: thunder; explode
Dom finds him in the alley, spitting blood onto cobblestone. A wad of bunched up wet paper towels from the pub loo nearly pushes his lower lip all the way to one side, and when he half-turns to acknowledge Dom--or to make sure the intrusion isn't the same guy, come back for Round Two--he pulls it away to reveal a nasty circle of a gash at the corner of his mouth, changing his entire face. He crushes the wet wad in his fist, pink water dripping through his fingers and plinking on the ground. It mingles with the unadulterated blood from just before, making a tiny red puddle. Even bloodied, Billy is neat.
He moves the paper to his temple, but it's ineffectual; the wad is coming apart in his hand, random pieces clinging to his knuckles.
"Bill, what was that?" Dom hovers by the back door, completely captivated.
Billy picks the sopping pieces from his skin and starts working them over his fingers, scrubbing them almost clean. "He was taking the piss out of you, and that's just not on." Blood trickles down his forehead and he blinks it out of his eye, not looking back at Dom.
tonsorial: of or relating to the work of a barber
This is the first time in months that Dominic's felt a simple, uncomplicated kind of joy. As he works the small, delicate scissors in slow snips, he remembers how Lij had told him he needed to distract himself, put himself to tasks such as this, and he couldn't have been more right. It's kind of like yoga; it gives him focus and a definite if fleeting sense of accomplishment. Dominic feels his mouth turning up at the corners, a truly foreign but not unwelcome sensation.
To be fair, it's not the first time he's smiled this weekend. The first had been when he first saw Billy, and then it was so wide and bright that it had hurt. All the vitriol, all the bitterness and general emotional crap that's been plaguing him since the move to L.A. never seems to apply to Billy. For almost a year, he's been secretly cursing his friends who've been getting consistent work (an awful, shameful thing that he wishes he could control), and yet, here he is, trimming Billy's Bonden hair with a big smile on his face. Sometimes he'd go so far as to say that he'd give up any designs on being a star himself to be Billy's personal assistant.
Dominic brushes errant hairs off Billy's neck, humming under his breath.
"You really love me, don't you?"
Dominic's hand slows, and Billy reaches over his shoulder to grab it. Billy turns and tries to look at him, but he can't stretch his neck that far. Dominic lets his pinkie stroke along the underside of Billy's chin for a moment before he palms the crown of his head and urges it back to center, quietly chiding, "Shut it."
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Date: 2009-05-09 10:31 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-05-09 06:31 pm (UTC)perfect.
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Date: 2009-05-09 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-22 04:25 pm (UTC)And the second one gives me 'a simple, uncomplicated kind of joy'. :) You are so good at these.
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Date: 2009-05-23 03:10 am (UTC)♥ Thank you! I like being confined to a small space. :)