monaboyd_month | Improving Perfection

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monaboyd_month. I hope you all enjoy it.

TITLE: Improving Perfection
CHAPTER/WORK IN PROGRESS/COMPLETE: Complete
AUTHOR:

owlgrey
PAIRING: Monaboyd
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Dom watches Billy
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened, except that the guys had to do the make up trailer thing.
FEEDBACK: I'd love to know what you think of this!
BETA:

bee_ta_baby in the absence of my usual beta

widdershin

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Inspired by this photo entitled 'Improving Perfection' from Dom's Happy Accidents photo exhibition at Hamilton-Selway Gallery:

Impoving Perfection

"Happy Accidents refers to those moments where you don't expect what is going to happen, but it ends up being something good."

2003.

Dom hated make up; it was one of those things that almost put him off acting. It caused his mates back home to jokingly call him a poof, plus it irritated his skin. That, and he had to sit still to have it put on.

So when he had been told that there was at least two hour's worth of makeup application every morning for the next…how many bloody years, his elation at being chosen for a major role playing a Hobbit had died down just a tad.

Then he had entered the trailer.

He was late, having procrastinated over the whole business by playing a game or five hundred on his X Box. He stumbled in, only just having reluctantly checked his watch and realising he was butt kickingly behind schedule. Pete might be what the Kiwis called 'a nice bloke', but he didn't tolerate skiving.

He was met by the backs of every other Hobbit, a couple of Elves, and a very angry makeup girl who simply pointed to a chair up the back.

Dom made his way to his appointed spot, smiling first at Sean, whose face was stuck in a newspaper as a guy fiddled about with a tub of glue and a pair of uncooperative hairy feet.

Elijah didn't even acknowledge his 'hi'. You could hear the music he was listening to pounding out of his headphones. A sympathetic 'Yeah it's hard for me to get up this early too' was out of the question from him.

Orlando was too busy chatting up his makeup girl to notice him either. Dom gave up before he even started on that one - those perfect white teeth and that dimpled grin were too busy scoring him his next shag to bother with him.

"Late again eh? Pete's going to skelp your backside so hard you won't be able to get those short Hobbit pants of yours on. I know what you were doing, and he's going to be mightily pissed off when I tell him you weren't here on time because Level 3 was giving you grief." The voice from the end of the room was the only sign of recognition since Dom had arrived.

Dom was about to counter with a Don't you start! You were late for voice coaching yesterday so two can play that game when he turned around to face his friend and partner in crime.

However, the words didn't ever make it out of his mouth. Because there was Billy, all full of smart arsed comments as usual, with those bowed lips and the makeup girl's finger tracing over them.

Dom turned his chair around to face his mate, sat down, and for the next two hours for once in his life, he was perfectly still and perfectly silent. He ignored the girl's ranting at his lateness, and he endured the makeup. He just sat, watching the girl's finger run over those lips; improving perfection.