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monaboyd_monthTitle: If Ought But Death Part Thee and Me
Author: nc_shy_gurl
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst
Word Count: 1114
Summary: Dom’s POV of the wedding.
Betas: The lovely Helena_Snow from Of Elves and Men and Shelbey from tumblr. Any mistakes left are completely mine.
A/N: The passage of scripture I used in the vows is taken from Ruth 1:16-17.
The suit had come as a complete shocker to Dom. He’d been angling for the dress kilt.
The venue hadn’t been Billy’s first choice; he’d wanted it by the sea.
The cake had the wrong shade of icing and the vestibule was much too cold (icicles were forming on Dom's balls).
Nevertheless, Dom was still struck by how perfect everything was.
Billy stood beside him in a light gray suit, a white rose pinned jauntily to his lapel. The suit fit him exquisitely (which it very well should have; it had been custom made just for the occasion). It clung to all the right places and still managed to look entirely tasteful. He looked downright dashing.
Standing at the altar before a congregation of family and friends, he seemed characteristically at ease with himself. He held himself with the air of a man who was completely content with himself and his life. It was a look that Dom had never quite managed to master and always envied. The sheer coolness of it was astounding; it added a certain je ne sais quoi to him that couldn’t be denied. You’d never know it by looking at Billy, but it was one of the most important days of his life.
Dom stood next to him in his best black tux (Or was it a suit? Dom never knew the difference.) He’d insisted that he not match Billy. (“I don’t want to look like your bloody twin, alright?”) And for every ounce of calm that Billy displayed, Dom had a nervous twitch to match. He bounced lightly on his toes, clenched and unclenched his fists; he worried at his bottom lip… He appeared the very definition of a blushing bride, which all things considered was a more than appropriate metaphor.
Billy noticed the fidgeting and smiled at him; well beamed was actually a more accurate description. His eyes crinkled at the corners and joy shined through his visage. Not for the first time, Dom was awed at how bloody flawless the man beside him was. Years had passed since they’d met and still with one smile, he could melt Dom to pure goo. He’d said it years ago and it still held true, Billy was the missing piece of his jigsaw puzzle. A perfect fit. That’s all he could really say about Billy.
Faced with all the perfection that was Billy Boyd, he couldn’t help the answering smile that graced his features. Somewhere in the distance, Dom heard the click and flash of a camera. He knew that moment would become one of his favorite photos of this day, and maybe even one of the most beloved pictures of his lifetime.
The priest stood before them, prattling on about the sanctity of marriage and the importance of the marriage vows. Dom, of course, knew all of this already. More than that, he felt it. The magnitude of those words, those sacred vows, thrummed beneath his skin. He could feel it pumping through his very veins, igniting sparks within his system until he felt the flames of them licking at his heart. The fervor of it all pounded in his skull. After all this time, it had come down to these next few moments. And the priest droned on.
He turned his gaze back toward Billy. He mapped the outline of Billy’s profile, storing each detail into his memory. From the faint lines around his eyes to the upward turn of his lips to the serenity etched across his face, nothing escaped Dom’s notice.
The priest finally got to the bit about any objections and Dom’s stomach clenched.
No objections. The ceremony continued.
The vows had been Dom’s idea. While he wasn’t religious, strictly speaking (He did believe in reincarnation.), he had been raised Catholic. Of all the things that lingered with him, Ruth’s speech to Naomi had always struck him as the most beautiful thing that one person could say to another. When Billy had been floundering for the right words, Dom had mentioned this. And thus the vows came to be:
“Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried: may Fate do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.”
Dom had always felt that the bond between Billy and him couldn’t have been just chance. Nothing falls into play that easily, that seamlessly. No, they had met each other before in another life and it was their destiny to come together in this life as well. Perhaps millennia before this moment, Dom had been standing before Billy as the Ruth to his Naomi, saying these same vows. Maybe that’s why they resonated so strongly within him. All that he knew was that Billy had always been a part of him; meeting him had been like finally coming home after years away at sea.
The ring slipped on effortlessly.
Dom idly twisted the silver ring on his hand. It was the very same ring that he had worn for years. The one he and Billy had bought together in New Zealand. Rarely, if ever, had it left his hand since those days. Emotion flooded him at the sight of it, and as he stood there at the altar with the man he adored, the man he’d sell his own soul for, tears sprang to his eyes. Noticing this, Jack toddled over from his seat on the front pew and wrapped his little arms around Dom’s waist. Flash and click. Another picture. Another memory.
And now to the present moment.
Billy turns to him with a smile. It’s time to do his job. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the glinting diamond ring. The light catches it just so and it seems to wink at him, mocking him.
Nevertheless, he plasters on a bright smile as he hands it over.
The vows wash over him again; this time they spill fluidly from Ali’s mouth. They are the rapids that carry Dom over the waterfall, leaving him dashed on the jagged rocks below. And then she gets to the end.
“…If ought but death part thee and me.”
And then, it’s over. They are announced as man and wife. They kiss. And as the organs start up once more, Dom is plagued by only one thought.
“I meant every word she said.”
With that thought running through his head, he finally slips the silver ring off of his finger and into his pocket.
Author: nc_shy_gurl
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst
Word Count: 1114
Summary: Dom’s POV of the wedding.
Betas: The lovely Helena_Snow from Of Elves and Men and Shelbey from tumblr. Any mistakes left are completely mine.
A/N: The passage of scripture I used in the vows is taken from Ruth 1:16-17.
The suit had come as a complete shocker to Dom. He’d been angling for the dress kilt.
The venue hadn’t been Billy’s first choice; he’d wanted it by the sea.
The cake had the wrong shade of icing and the vestibule was much too cold (icicles were forming on Dom's balls).
Nevertheless, Dom was still struck by how perfect everything was.
Billy stood beside him in a light gray suit, a white rose pinned jauntily to his lapel. The suit fit him exquisitely (which it very well should have; it had been custom made just for the occasion). It clung to all the right places and still managed to look entirely tasteful. He looked downright dashing.
Standing at the altar before a congregation of family and friends, he seemed characteristically at ease with himself. He held himself with the air of a man who was completely content with himself and his life. It was a look that Dom had never quite managed to master and always envied. The sheer coolness of it was astounding; it added a certain je ne sais quoi to him that couldn’t be denied. You’d never know it by looking at Billy, but it was one of the most important days of his life.
Dom stood next to him in his best black tux (Or was it a suit? Dom never knew the difference.) He’d insisted that he not match Billy. (“I don’t want to look like your bloody twin, alright?”) And for every ounce of calm that Billy displayed, Dom had a nervous twitch to match. He bounced lightly on his toes, clenched and unclenched his fists; he worried at his bottom lip… He appeared the very definition of a blushing bride, which all things considered was a more than appropriate metaphor.
Billy noticed the fidgeting and smiled at him; well beamed was actually a more accurate description. His eyes crinkled at the corners and joy shined through his visage. Not for the first time, Dom was awed at how bloody flawless the man beside him was. Years had passed since they’d met and still with one smile, he could melt Dom to pure goo. He’d said it years ago and it still held true, Billy was the missing piece of his jigsaw puzzle. A perfect fit. That’s all he could really say about Billy.
Faced with all the perfection that was Billy Boyd, he couldn’t help the answering smile that graced his features. Somewhere in the distance, Dom heard the click and flash of a camera. He knew that moment would become one of his favorite photos of this day, and maybe even one of the most beloved pictures of his lifetime.
The priest stood before them, prattling on about the sanctity of marriage and the importance of the marriage vows. Dom, of course, knew all of this already. More than that, he felt it. The magnitude of those words, those sacred vows, thrummed beneath his skin. He could feel it pumping through his very veins, igniting sparks within his system until he felt the flames of them licking at his heart. The fervor of it all pounded in his skull. After all this time, it had come down to these next few moments. And the priest droned on.
He turned his gaze back toward Billy. He mapped the outline of Billy’s profile, storing each detail into his memory. From the faint lines around his eyes to the upward turn of his lips to the serenity etched across his face, nothing escaped Dom’s notice.
The priest finally got to the bit about any objections and Dom’s stomach clenched.
No objections. The ceremony continued.
The vows had been Dom’s idea. While he wasn’t religious, strictly speaking (He did believe in reincarnation.), he had been raised Catholic. Of all the things that lingered with him, Ruth’s speech to Naomi had always struck him as the most beautiful thing that one person could say to another. When Billy had been floundering for the right words, Dom had mentioned this. And thus the vows came to be:
“Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried: may Fate do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.”
Dom had always felt that the bond between Billy and him couldn’t have been just chance. Nothing falls into play that easily, that seamlessly. No, they had met each other before in another life and it was their destiny to come together in this life as well. Perhaps millennia before this moment, Dom had been standing before Billy as the Ruth to his Naomi, saying these same vows. Maybe that’s why they resonated so strongly within him. All that he knew was that Billy had always been a part of him; meeting him had been like finally coming home after years away at sea.
The ring slipped on effortlessly.
Dom idly twisted the silver ring on his hand. It was the very same ring that he had worn for years. The one he and Billy had bought together in New Zealand. Rarely, if ever, had it left his hand since those days. Emotion flooded him at the sight of it, and as he stood there at the altar with the man he adored, the man he’d sell his own soul for, tears sprang to his eyes. Noticing this, Jack toddled over from his seat on the front pew and wrapped his little arms around Dom’s waist. Flash and click. Another picture. Another memory.
And now to the present moment.
Billy turns to him with a smile. It’s time to do his job. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the glinting diamond ring. The light catches it just so and it seems to wink at him, mocking him.
Nevertheless, he plasters on a bright smile as he hands it over.
The vows wash over him again; this time they spill fluidly from Ali’s mouth. They are the rapids that carry Dom over the waterfall, leaving him dashed on the jagged rocks below. And then she gets to the end.
“…If ought but death part thee and me.”
And then, it’s over. They are announced as man and wife. They kiss. And as the organs start up once more, Dom is plagued by only one thought.
“I meant every word she said.”
With that thought running through his head, he finally slips the silver ring off of his finger and into his pocket.
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Date: 2011-06-18 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-20 01:36 am (UTC)Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. :)
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Date: 2011-06-19 12:07 am (UTC)This was so lovely, though. All the way from the immense sense of love, pride, and happiness at the beginning to the utter disappointment and sadness at the end - guh.
Thanks for writing and sharing, though I am like this: ;____;
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Date: 2011-06-19 05:30 pm (UTC)and the tear.
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