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marginalia) wrote2003-05-05 11:09 pm
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well, we're not quite there on this coast, but close enough -
happy birthday
dorrie6!!!
for you, a little present to tide you over until dom, lij and i stop fighting. we're about to start group therapy. we're none of us good at listening :)
dom doesn't remember his first impression of elijah. he makes excuses to himself - things were crazy when they first arrived, and it's not like they were love at first sight or any movie bullshit like that. dom knows better than that. but then, dom knew better about a lot of things before he met elijah.
dom knew things about guys, and actors, and americans. bloody hell did he know things about americans. some things he was wrong about, some things he was right about, and some things turned out to not matter.
some of these things, he suspected, were purely elijah.
dom is still fairly sure, just for the sake of example, that most people don't burrow into your lap, bury their face in your shirt, and demand that you buy them a beer. and if they do, it's highly unlikely that this event would occur within 48 hours of first meeting.
but it happens. and though elijah's plea is partially muffled by giggling and cotton dom hears it and gives in. elijah slithers back to his seat in the booth, pausing long enough to bestow a sloppy kiss on dom's cheek.
dom wonders if elijah's really that drunk.
happy birthday
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for you, a little present to tide you over until dom, lij and i stop fighting. we're about to start group therapy. we're none of us good at listening :)
dom doesn't remember his first impression of elijah. he makes excuses to himself - things were crazy when they first arrived, and it's not like they were love at first sight or any movie bullshit like that. dom knows better than that. but then, dom knew better about a lot of things before he met elijah.
dom knew things about guys, and actors, and americans. bloody hell did he know things about americans. some things he was wrong about, some things he was right about, and some things turned out to not matter.
some of these things, he suspected, were purely elijah.
dom is still fairly sure, just for the sake of example, that most people don't burrow into your lap, bury their face in your shirt, and demand that you buy them a beer. and if they do, it's highly unlikely that this event would occur within 48 hours of first meeting.
but it happens. and though elijah's plea is partially muffled by giggling and cotton dom hears it and gives in. elijah slithers back to his seat in the booth, pausing long enough to bestow a sloppy kiss on dom's cheek.
dom wonders if elijah's really that drunk.
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You rock the frickin' house!! Thank you thank you thank you and I'm crossing my fingers that the therapy goes well! :) :)
Hee! I can't stop reading this. You write these two so perfectly. Are you sure, deep down, that they aren't your OTP? Okay, just kidding, but DAMN. Thank you!!!!!!!!!!
I'm kinda giddy. And it's only 6:15. SOS.
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