hackthis_archive | Attempt #3

Fuck me. This happy shit is SO way harder than I remember.

LOTRips
DM/BB
The Love Movement

1.

People are like birds; they preen and fawn and arch their necks to get attention, and then when they get said attention -- they hide their heads. Not that Dom knows anything about this. He’s no one’s ostrich, and he would never make cooing noises and jump around a lot and act daft just to get attention from Billy. No. Absolutely not. That’s completely beyond him at all. But if he could just keep his hands to himself for longer than two seconds, and stop flapping about like a dodo, he might be able to believe his own press.

Not that dodos had wings or anything. Maybe that’s why they’re extinct.

2.

When Billy yawns, Dom can count the fillings in the back of his mouth, and when Billy licks his lips, he looks like the cat that got the cream. Dom wouldn’t mind Billy licking him with that sort of sleepy satisfaction, but he really does have to stop waking Billy up every time he goes to have a lie down. Except Dom just can’t help himself, because Billy has a favourite blanket with frayed ends and ragged wool threads, and there’s something impossibly endearing about a petulant Billy taking his blanket and dragging it down the hall to get away from Dom.

Clearly Dom has latent issues concerning Linus and Charlie Brown.

3.

Dom has absolutely no idea why people call it falling in love –- there’s no falling involved. You stumble, trip, desperately run away from and pretty much do everything else but fall in love. Love is a tricky little bugger. Which is why Dom doesn’t see it coming and winds up getting viciously attacked. People don’t fall in love, they trip over tree branches and sprawl at the feet of the person they're impossibly keen on.

They do not fall in love. They just fall, full stop. And then they run away.

4.

It’s not Billy’s fault that Dom ran away. It’s not Elijah’s fault that Dom ran right to him. It’s not anybody’s fault that anybody’s done anything and clearly Dom’s been listening to too much Eminem and Dr Dre. Nobody trips, falls and lands on someone else’s dick.

Not even when they try really, really hard.

5.

The lovely thing about anger is that it’s the cheapest drug around. It’s heady and euphoric and smells quite a bit like that spicy tea from Sainsbury’s that Dom’s mum is so crazy about. Anger is drive and motivation, and it can confuse everything else until you don’t know which way is up and why you're fucking your friends or why you hate your best mate’s girl. It’s easy to be angry. It’s easy not to feel and not to love and to close yourself off from everyone. It’s harder to let things go. It’s harder to say ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I was wrong’ and ‘Maybe, possibly, I think I’m kinda in love with you, and could you do me a favour and not step all over my heart just because I mucked the whole thing up? Okay, thanks, bye.’

6.

The only worse than coming off of being angry is cleaning up the messes afterwards. And while it’s nice to know that Dom’s long distance carrier has no problem connecting him to Glasgow at five in the morning when he’s as pissed as Gazza after a win (fucking speed dial number two), perhaps it would be for the best if Dom started routing all his calls through Astin, first, so he can make sure not to alienate everybody he knows.

7.

There’s nothing quite like opening your door and finding the object of your insane affections standing on your doorstep with his suitcases and his guitar. The only thing more gob-smacking is said Object du Insanity announcing that he’s come to collect you and your only choices are Betty Ford or the Priory.

Thank god Billy has a cracking sense of humour.

8.

Maybe it was the tomato sauce in the corner of Billy’s mouth that possessed Dom to attack him. Maybe it was the singing that really did Dom in. Maybe it was an evil spirit that overcame Dom for the approximately 43.7 seconds it took him to push the guitar out of Billy’s arms and slither into his lap. Dom couldn’t possibly have been jealous of the guitar.

The guitar is just an over-polished piece of wood that has dust in weird places and only responds to the correct amount of pressure in the right place at the right time. It’s not possible that Dom was envious of the way that Billy stroked the guitar and petted it and made it perform all sorts of things that it never ever did for Dom.

Dom’s really thankful that Billy’s not into birds.

9.

There are all these things about Billy that fascinate Dom: the lint in his navel, the lilt of his voice, that daft filtrum that he had to look up by name so he could call it the right thing when he talked about. Because Dom had to talk about it. Of course, Dom could’ve just said all of this when he tripped over that tree root back in Wellington and nearly took out his eye on a plastic bottle that someone had left lying about -- but that would’ve been too easy.

Dom’s never really been about doing things the easy way.

10.

New is good. New is shiny and bright and uncluttered with baggage, except for the ones that Dom keeps dragging all over the world because of his travels. New is television pilots in Hawaii and Scotsmen looking for flats in London as a concession to having Dom as a lover. More than anything else though, new is fucking scary as hell; and Dom doesn’t know if he’s falling or landing or just taking off in this love thing, but if it’s a choice between scary and new or old and nothing, well, Dom will take the scary as hell any day.

You can’t be in love and just stand still.

-end-

Notes: Title taken from the album by A Tribe Called Quest

Thanks, as always, to

serialkarma for Improv (spice, push, plastic, count, confuse) with a sekrit shoutout to

edigo.

oxoniensis has some absolutely gorgeous caps from Season 1 of Smallville. Merlin, I used to love that show with a passion. I need to procure those DVDs.

Current Mood: mellow
Current Music: Anthony Hamilton ‘Coming Where I’m From’