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Bah. So many assignments due, so what did I do tonight? Watched RotK again, of course.
My mother's first time watching it, and she made me fast-forward through any non-vital battle scenes, which was a bit frustrating. I still cried at "I can carry you" and the Into the West scene, and I let her in on any background stuff I knew (and the Ruined Scene of Cirith Ungol.) You can see Fon in fron of Ian in the shot in front of the Black Gate. I noticed the first time I saw the movie, but can now prove it with the DVD.
I'm going to see it with Misha and hopefully some others on Friday, and we're going to go have a beer first and I'll teach her the hobbit drinking songs :D
I did go to uni today, and had lunch with Misha and T&N a teensy bit, then had a French Grammar test which I completely forgot about but which I think I actually did fairly well on. Then I had Oral class and very nearly fell asleep. I drove in and home, because I'm still sick and it was raining, and I had tutoring this afternoon which went quite well. That kid's just such a sweetheart, honestly.
Okay, storytime boys and girls. Well, boys and girls may not want to read this, so if you're a little older.
Title: Time Waste Me 1/?
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Disclaimer: I made this up, and I hope it never happens to these lovely boys.
Author's Notes: Thankyou![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angel_nurse for the beta. I wrote it because I've read a lot of generic kidnapping fics recently and none have really gone the way I wanted them to, and I realised the only way to make one feel right was to write it myself. I am SO SORRY for the Work In Progress, I've never done it before and I doubt I'll do it again.
Summary: Elijah has been carjacked, and Dom is waiting for him at home.
Life has some kind of fucked up sense of irony wherein the days on which truly terrible things happen tend not to be very notable at all. Just another day, sunny and boring, publicity work to be done in the morning and scripts to read over lunch with his sister. He signed an autograph for a German tourist while walking along the street to his car, posed for a photo with her and smiled his thanks at her praise. In the afternoon he had an interview with a woman who sweated under her thick makeup but had an honest laugh, an infectious one, so that even though the questions were nothing new he couldn't help being cheerful. He drove himself home. It wasn't a stormy night and he wasn't apprehensive when he stopped at a red light, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and humming.
When the passenger's side door opened he furrowed his brow, confused, but when he saw a gun in a black-gloved hand his heart leapt into his throat. He did his best not to panic, cursing himself silently for not locking the door. He thought of grabbing the gun while complying with demands, and realized with a jolt that all that sword training he did and all Orlando's archery lessons couldn't prepare himself for this. He wished for a moment that he was as strong as Orlando, or that he knew some kind of self defense, like Dom. He wished he was home with Dom. And as he pulled into a driveway and another gun was shoved in his face, he had only one thought, bizarre and out of place. He wondered what Dom had cooked him for dinner.
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Dom sighed angrily and threw himself down into a chair. He'd cooked a nice dinner, nothing special, but heartfelt. Meat and two veg, England-style to show Elijah how it was done. He'd even put out candles, fucking candles, for fuck's sake, which were now only about an inch high, with hot wax caught by a glittering gilded tray. He dipped his finger in the wax experimentally, then cursed.
"Hot, genius," he mumbled to himself as he picked the wax off morosely. It fell onto his dinner plate almost silently. He felt the presence of the cold meat in front of him, staring at the flickering reflection of the candle in the metal edging on the plate, and sighed again. He stood up listlessly and turned on the TV, but it didn't hold his attention. Mentally, he cursed Elijah and his propensity for forgetfulness. Then he sat down once more and cursed it aloud.
He tapped his fingers on the table to something loosely translated as music on MTV and unwillingly ran through the possible causes of Elijah's tardiness in his mind. A party at the Osbournes'? No, he would have been invited. Some hot-shot new director who wanted, no, needed Elijah for a great new role in his movie, something undoubtedly Indie and violent? A bird in a short skirt and long boots with eyeliner dark around her eyes the way Elijah liked it? A ditch somewhere with an overturned mini-Cooper and light fading in blue eyes...
Dom stood up abruptly at this thought to pace. Elijah wasn't in a ditch, he was fine, he'd just forgotten about dinner. About Dom. Again. ‘90% of anger is fear, though,’ Dom told himself, and the niggling worry was catching up with him. Cell phone off and his agent hadn't seen him since 6 pm. He'd definitely left the studio alone. So where the fuck was he? The image of the upturned mini-Cooper appeared in Dom's mind again, this time with added smoke and sirens rapidly approaching. Dom gave an involuntary shudder at the thought and flung himself on his back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, his overactive imagination embossing Elijah's face into it. He heard a car slow down as it approached the house and lifted his head slightly from the ground, his ears perked, but the car drove on and Dom was still alone at home, MTV on in the background and Elijah off partying somewhere without him. He imagined Elijah coming home just before dawn, reeking of drink and smoke and rambling about the fantastic younger up-and-coming actor he'd met that night. Dom smiled in spite of himself. He was all ready to forgive Elijah when the phone rang.
"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me." --Will Shakespeare
made a Dom picspam of him wearing black. Enjoy.
Pics today, the gorgeous Sir Ian ones I promised and a few
Guh. So fucking cool. I like Gary when he's happy :D
Yay, Pansy!
Yay for teh gay. I saw someone's icon that said "Bow down to the king" and had a pic of Viggo, then said "But worship the queen" with a picture of Ian. Brilliant stuff.
N'aww.
Bow down to the king, but worship the Queen
Green Queen
My mother's first time watching it, and she made me fast-forward through any non-vital battle scenes, which was a bit frustrating. I still cried at "I can carry you" and the Into the West scene, and I let her in on any background stuff I knew (and the Ruined Scene of Cirith Ungol.) You can see Fon in fron of Ian in the shot in front of the Black Gate. I noticed the first time I saw the movie, but can now prove it with the DVD.
I'm going to see it with Misha and hopefully some others on Friday, and we're going to go have a beer first and I'll teach her the hobbit drinking songs :D
I did go to uni today, and had lunch with Misha and T&N a teensy bit, then had a French Grammar test which I completely forgot about but which I think I actually did fairly well on. Then I had Oral class and very nearly fell asleep. I drove in and home, because I'm still sick and it was raining, and I had tutoring this afternoon which went quite well. That kid's just such a sweetheart, honestly.
Okay, storytime boys and girls. Well, boys and girls may not want to read this, so if you're a little older.
Title: Time Waste Me 1/?
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Disclaimer: I made this up, and I hope it never happens to these lovely boys.
Author's Notes: Thankyou
angel_nurse for the beta. I wrote it because I've read a lot of generic kidnapping fics recently and none have really gone the way I wanted them to, and I realised the only way to make one feel right was to write it myself. I am SO SORRY for the Work In Progress, I've never done it before and I doubt I'll do it again.Summary: Elijah has been carjacked, and Dom is waiting for him at home.
Life has some kind of fucked up sense of irony wherein the days on which truly terrible things happen tend not to be very notable at all. Just another day, sunny and boring, publicity work to be done in the morning and scripts to read over lunch with his sister. He signed an autograph for a German tourist while walking along the street to his car, posed for a photo with her and smiled his thanks at her praise. In the afternoon he had an interview with a woman who sweated under her thick makeup but had an honest laugh, an infectious one, so that even though the questions were nothing new he couldn't help being cheerful. He drove himself home. It wasn't a stormy night and he wasn't apprehensive when he stopped at a red light, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and humming.
When the passenger's side door opened he furrowed his brow, confused, but when he saw a gun in a black-gloved hand his heart leapt into his throat. He did his best not to panic, cursing himself silently for not locking the door. He thought of grabbing the gun while complying with demands, and realized with a jolt that all that sword training he did and all Orlando's archery lessons couldn't prepare himself for this. He wished for a moment that he was as strong as Orlando, or that he knew some kind of self defense, like Dom. He wished he was home with Dom. And as he pulled into a driveway and another gun was shoved in his face, he had only one thought, bizarre and out of place. He wondered what Dom had cooked him for dinner.
____________________________________________
Dom sighed angrily and threw himself down into a chair. He'd cooked a nice dinner, nothing special, but heartfelt. Meat and two veg, England-style to show Elijah how it was done. He'd even put out candles, fucking candles, for fuck's sake, which were now only about an inch high, with hot wax caught by a glittering gilded tray. He dipped his finger in the wax experimentally, then cursed.
"Hot, genius," he mumbled to himself as he picked the wax off morosely. It fell onto his dinner plate almost silently. He felt the presence of the cold meat in front of him, staring at the flickering reflection of the candle in the metal edging on the plate, and sighed again. He stood up listlessly and turned on the TV, but it didn't hold his attention. Mentally, he cursed Elijah and his propensity for forgetfulness. Then he sat down once more and cursed it aloud.
He tapped his fingers on the table to something loosely translated as music on MTV and unwillingly ran through the possible causes of Elijah's tardiness in his mind. A party at the Osbournes'? No, he would have been invited. Some hot-shot new director who wanted, no, needed Elijah for a great new role in his movie, something undoubtedly Indie and violent? A bird in a short skirt and long boots with eyeliner dark around her eyes the way Elijah liked it? A ditch somewhere with an overturned mini-Cooper and light fading in blue eyes...
Dom stood up abruptly at this thought to pace. Elijah wasn't in a ditch, he was fine, he'd just forgotten about dinner. About Dom. Again. ‘90% of anger is fear, though,’ Dom told himself, and the niggling worry was catching up with him. Cell phone off and his agent hadn't seen him since 6 pm. He'd definitely left the studio alone. So where the fuck was he? The image of the upturned mini-Cooper appeared in Dom's mind again, this time with added smoke and sirens rapidly approaching. Dom gave an involuntary shudder at the thought and flung himself on his back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, his overactive imagination embossing Elijah's face into it. He heard a car slow down as it approached the house and lifted his head slightly from the ground, his ears perked, but the car drove on and Dom was still alone at home, MTV on in the background and Elijah off partying somewhere without him. He imagined Elijah coming home just before dawn, reeking of drink and smoke and rambling about the fantastic younger up-and-coming actor he'd met that night. Dom smiled in spite of himself. He was all ready to forgive Elijah when the phone rang.
"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me." --Will Shakespeare
made a Dom picspam of him wearing black. Enjoy.
Pics today, the gorgeous Sir Ian ones I promised and a few
Guh. So fucking cool. I like Gary when he's happy :D
Yay, Pansy!
Yay for teh gay. I saw someone's icon that said "Bow down to the king" and had a pic of Viggo, then said "But worship the queen" with a picture of Ian. Brilliant stuff.
N'aww.
Bow down to the king, but worship the Queen
Green Queen
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Love love love the Dom Picspam as well. :)
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Dom piscpam is always a good thing!
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