Jan. 8th, 2010 09:56 pm
Ficlet: Satellite (Lotrips, EW/DW)
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fox_confessorAfter (or rather, during) the epilogue of this (the end of Case of You) but a few months before
this (Auld Lang Syne)
Title: Satellite
Characters: elijah and david wenham, bb/dm implied
Words: 974
Elijah opened his eyes, startled out of sleep as if a gunshot had gone off when Dominic's door quietly clicked closed down the hall. He raised up, the tatty couch creaking beneath him, and passed his hand over his face before he stretched to look to see which door had been closed. All was quiet. He was tempted to creep down the hall and see if Billy had gone in with Dominic, which was his first thought, but he found he didn't really want to know. Didn't want to deal with the fall out if he hadn't.
Instead, Elijah levered himself off the couch, yawning broadly, before he grabbed his mobile, cigarettes, and a book of matches advertising Pablo's Italian Trattoria and Dance Hall, and stepped outside. He caught the door with his foot to keep it from slamming and held it for a second before letting it close behind him. The night was quiet and dark, the only light glowing softly yellow through the window. He sat on the front step, set his phone and cigarettes on the ground between his feet, and leaned his arms on his knees, his thoughts going to Billy, to the look that crossed his face whenever he looked at Dominic. Elijah had lived with Dominic's frenetic frustration for a long time. He knew that, was almost comfortable with it. It was at least familiar. This restlessness of Billy's was something different--foreign--and it even seemed to throw Dominic off. He didn't blame Dominic for wanting to leave but it made him feel worse for Billy.
Somewhere far away came the sound of someone attempting to pick out a song on a guitar, disturbing his thoughts. Elijah sat up straighter, trying to determine where it was coming from, who it might be playing for. It sounded halting, like someone just learning to play love songs. It sounded like Dominic did when he hassled Billy into a lesson. Elijah had heard him play on his own and knew he was better than he ever let Billy know.
Elijah's phone rang, a tinny Macarena playing counterpoint to the guitar, and Elijah huffed out an embarrassed breath as he remembered a drunk Billy insisting that everyone change their ring tones. Dominic's was Feliz Navidad, that had made Billy cackle as he wiped the sweat from his face as they stood in the heavy heat of August earlier in the day.
Elijah looked at the display, stunned to finally have found a signal, and expected to see Hannah's number. He smiled when he saw the number and flipped open his phone. "Daisy," he said by way of greeting. "You've no idea how happy I am that you called."
"Where are you?"
It'd become a traditional hello for alumni of the movie and it made Elijah grin, happy enough to remember that the last several years had been something more than wearing latex feet and chasing after Billy and Dom. "Mexico. I came down with Dom to visit Billy."
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah."
"You sound down."
Elijah envisioned David, his forehead creasing with a worried frown, unused to playing den mother to his rowdy friends. It was a strange place for the youngest of six siblings but David was sometimes more steward of Gondor than anybody's baby brother. Elijah kind of itched to trace his fingers over David's skin, his mouth drawn into a thin line of hard earned patience. He knew there would be some comfort in it. "I'm not sure what I'm doing here."
"Surfing?"
"Some."
"They'll sort themselves, Doodle."
"In my lifetime? It's like I'm, I don't know, some kind of witness to the whole thing. Like I need to be here in case someone comes looking for survivors."
"There's a cheerful thought. You could always go home or is the surfing that good."
"Dominic's already threatened to." Elijah worried at his thumb nail, pulling at a hangnail before he gave it up and rubbed his fingers against his thigh. The guitar had been replaced with a radio and Elijah thinks they must be on the beach. He stands, retrieves his cigarettes and takes a few steps into the darkness, worrying some about walking down to the beach in his bare feet. "Talk to me about something else."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Where are you now?"
"Bed."
"Did I wake you?"
"You did, but I don't mind."
"Wait. You called me." David laughed softly down the line and Elijah pushed the phone harder against his ear, suddenly missing him terribly. "What continent are you on?"
"I'm home. I'm in Australia. I told you I was coming back."
"I know. I lost track."
"You should come surf here. The waves are better."
The sand was still warm on the beach and at the other end, Elijah could see a bon fire and the source of the music. He looked at it for a moment and then walked down to the water's edge. It was calm tonight, certainly quieter than it had been earlier in the day. Elijah stood quietly and let the water wash over his feet and dampen the frayed edges his jeans.
"What do you see?"
The sound of David's voice startled him and he looked around, huffing out a laugh when he catches himself at it. He looks up at the sky like a great overturned bowl, deep blue and stretching forever. There's no moon, only the glittering of thousands of stars. "I don't know. You were always better at that than me. Pisces? Is that an option?"
"It's always an option."
There was some deeply inviting quality to the sound of David's voice and Elijah twisted himself until he collapsed onto the wet sand, the slow tide rolling up over his thighs. "I miss you, Daisy."
"Me or New Zealand?"
"Both, but right now, you."
this (Auld Lang Syne)
Title: Satellite
Characters: elijah and david wenham, bb/dm implied
Words: 974
Elijah opened his eyes, startled out of sleep as if a gunshot had gone off when Dominic's door quietly clicked closed down the hall. He raised up, the tatty couch creaking beneath him, and passed his hand over his face before he stretched to look to see which door had been closed. All was quiet. He was tempted to creep down the hall and see if Billy had gone in with Dominic, which was his first thought, but he found he didn't really want to know. Didn't want to deal with the fall out if he hadn't.
Instead, Elijah levered himself off the couch, yawning broadly, before he grabbed his mobile, cigarettes, and a book of matches advertising Pablo's Italian Trattoria and Dance Hall, and stepped outside. He caught the door with his foot to keep it from slamming and held it for a second before letting it close behind him. The night was quiet and dark, the only light glowing softly yellow through the window. He sat on the front step, set his phone and cigarettes on the ground between his feet, and leaned his arms on his knees, his thoughts going to Billy, to the look that crossed his face whenever he looked at Dominic. Elijah had lived with Dominic's frenetic frustration for a long time. He knew that, was almost comfortable with it. It was at least familiar. This restlessness of Billy's was something different--foreign--and it even seemed to throw Dominic off. He didn't blame Dominic for wanting to leave but it made him feel worse for Billy.
Somewhere far away came the sound of someone attempting to pick out a song on a guitar, disturbing his thoughts. Elijah sat up straighter, trying to determine where it was coming from, who it might be playing for. It sounded halting, like someone just learning to play love songs. It sounded like Dominic did when he hassled Billy into a lesson. Elijah had heard him play on his own and knew he was better than he ever let Billy know.
Elijah's phone rang, a tinny Macarena playing counterpoint to the guitar, and Elijah huffed out an embarrassed breath as he remembered a drunk Billy insisting that everyone change their ring tones. Dominic's was Feliz Navidad, that had made Billy cackle as he wiped the sweat from his face as they stood in the heavy heat of August earlier in the day.
Elijah looked at the display, stunned to finally have found a signal, and expected to see Hannah's number. He smiled when he saw the number and flipped open his phone. "Daisy," he said by way of greeting. "You've no idea how happy I am that you called."
"Where are you?"
It'd become a traditional hello for alumni of the movie and it made Elijah grin, happy enough to remember that the last several years had been something more than wearing latex feet and chasing after Billy and Dom. "Mexico. I came down with Dom to visit Billy."
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah."
"You sound down."
Elijah envisioned David, his forehead creasing with a worried frown, unused to playing den mother to his rowdy friends. It was a strange place for the youngest of six siblings but David was sometimes more steward of Gondor than anybody's baby brother. Elijah kind of itched to trace his fingers over David's skin, his mouth drawn into a thin line of hard earned patience. He knew there would be some comfort in it. "I'm not sure what I'm doing here."
"Surfing?"
"Some."
"They'll sort themselves, Doodle."
"In my lifetime? It's like I'm, I don't know, some kind of witness to the whole thing. Like I need to be here in case someone comes looking for survivors."
"There's a cheerful thought. You could always go home or is the surfing that good."
"Dominic's already threatened to." Elijah worried at his thumb nail, pulling at a hangnail before he gave it up and rubbed his fingers against his thigh. The guitar had been replaced with a radio and Elijah thinks they must be on the beach. He stands, retrieves his cigarettes and takes a few steps into the darkness, worrying some about walking down to the beach in his bare feet. "Talk to me about something else."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Where are you now?"
"Bed."
"Did I wake you?"
"You did, but I don't mind."
"Wait. You called me." David laughed softly down the line and Elijah pushed the phone harder against his ear, suddenly missing him terribly. "What continent are you on?"
"I'm home. I'm in Australia. I told you I was coming back."
"I know. I lost track."
"You should come surf here. The waves are better."
The sand was still warm on the beach and at the other end, Elijah could see a bon fire and the source of the music. He looked at it for a moment and then walked down to the water's edge. It was calm tonight, certainly quieter than it had been earlier in the day. Elijah stood quietly and let the water wash over his feet and dampen the frayed edges his jeans.
"What do you see?"
The sound of David's voice startled him and he looked around, huffing out a laugh when he catches himself at it. He looks up at the sky like a great overturned bowl, deep blue and stretching forever. There's no moon, only the glittering of thousands of stars. "I don't know. You were always better at that than me. Pisces? Is that an option?"
"It's always an option."
There was some deeply inviting quality to the sound of David's voice and Elijah twisted himself until he collapsed onto the wet sand, the slow tide rolling up over his thighs. "I miss you, Daisy."
"Me or New Zealand?"
"Both, but right now, you."
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