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oneangrykate said that we should all post snippets of abandoned fic projects. I'm bored. So, yes. This fic was started back in September, got to be about four pages long, and then was abandoned. Can't remember why. Later, I went back to it, decided that the bulk of it was shit, and declared it dead. Except for one Dom-Elijah exchange that I kinda want to resurrect at some point.
"Oi, Lij!" Dom shouted, bouncing into my bedroom at some ungodly hour of the morning.
"Wh'fuck?" I muttered, pressing my face into my pillow. "Go 'way."
He yanked the covers off me. I yelped. I was only wearing boxers. The air was fucking COLD.
"Viggo just called," he told me excitedly, ignoring my protests. He plopped down next to me on the bed before I had a chance to grab the blanket back. "He's having an exhibition of his photography tonight, and he wants us to come."
I chattered my teeth at him. What? Just 'cause it's L.A. doesn't mean it never gets cold in February. And the heating system in my house sucks.
Dom laughed and poked my exposed stomach. "You should eat more, mate."
"Fuck off," I growled, hugging myself. "You could at least toss me a T-shirt, or something."
"Viggo's exhibit?" he pressed, tilting his head to look up into my face. "I bet there'll be cameras. Just think of all the shit we could pull."
I glared at him. "Shirt. And jeans, too, while you're at it. Then maybe I'll consider it."
He grinned, shaking his head. "Your closet scares me. I never know what's gonna fall out on top of me when I open it."
"Just because that ONE box was balanced wrong, and you yanked the door too hard..."
"One box full of pointy little action figures. On my head. Never again."
"Oh, fucking hell," I grumbled, getting up to open the closet myself.
"I'll ring Viggo and tell him we're going, then," Dom told my back cheerfully.
I sighed. "Yeah, fine, whatever." I pulled the closet door open, and that fucking box of action figures fell out onto my head.
Dom laughed so hard that he rolled off the bed.
I threw my Darth Vader figure at him. "You set that up, didn't you, you fuck?" I accused. He didn't respond. He was still laughing too hard. "Just for that," I seethed, "I'm not gonna mess around with you at all at Viggo's exhibit. You just wait, I won't even fucking look at you."
"S'okay," he gasped, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I had a better idea, anyway."
Hmmm. On second thought, that was kind of crap. Oh, well. Have real fic currently in beta, which probably needs some serious tweaking (plot is kind of vague, my Elijah's motives not too well explained, and...yeah. Tweaking), but at least I know I'll be posting something sometime soon.
oneangrykate said that we should all post snippets of abandoned fic projects. I'm bored. So, yes. This fic was started back in September, got to be about four pages long, and then was abandoned. Can't remember why. Later, I went back to it, decided that the bulk of it was shit, and declared it dead. Except for one Dom-Elijah exchange that I kinda want to resurrect at some point. "Oi, Lij!" Dom shouted, bouncing into my bedroom at some ungodly hour of the morning.
"Wh'fuck?" I muttered, pressing my face into my pillow. "Go 'way."
He yanked the covers off me. I yelped. I was only wearing boxers. The air was fucking COLD.
"Viggo just called," he told me excitedly, ignoring my protests. He plopped down next to me on the bed before I had a chance to grab the blanket back. "He's having an exhibition of his photography tonight, and he wants us to come."
I chattered my teeth at him. What? Just 'cause it's L.A. doesn't mean it never gets cold in February. And the heating system in my house sucks.
Dom laughed and poked my exposed stomach. "You should eat more, mate."
"Fuck off," I growled, hugging myself. "You could at least toss me a T-shirt, or something."
"Viggo's exhibit?" he pressed, tilting his head to look up into my face. "I bet there'll be cameras. Just think of all the shit we could pull."
I glared at him. "Shirt. And jeans, too, while you're at it. Then maybe I'll consider it."
He grinned, shaking his head. "Your closet scares me. I never know what's gonna fall out on top of me when I open it."
"Just because that ONE box was balanced wrong, and you yanked the door too hard..."
"One box full of pointy little action figures. On my head. Never again."
"Oh, fucking hell," I grumbled, getting up to open the closet myself.
"I'll ring Viggo and tell him we're going, then," Dom told my back cheerfully.
I sighed. "Yeah, fine, whatever." I pulled the closet door open, and that fucking box of action figures fell out onto my head.
Dom laughed so hard that he rolled off the bed.
I threw my Darth Vader figure at him. "You set that up, didn't you, you fuck?" I accused. He didn't respond. He was still laughing too hard. "Just for that," I seethed, "I'm not gonna mess around with you at all at Viggo's exhibit. You just wait, I won't even fucking look at you."
"S'okay," he gasped, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I had a better idea, anyway."
Hmmm. On second thought, that was kind of crap. Oh, well. Have real fic currently in beta, which probably needs some serious tweaking (plot is kind of vague, my Elijah's motives not too well explained, and...yeah. Tweaking), but at least I know I'll be posting something sometime soon.
