Shadow
A series of connected drabbles by iseult_variante and shadoedseptmbr , with art by 2am_optimism .
Part 1: Space (Lotrps - Dom/Elijah, PG)
Driving, faster and faster. The wind pours angry through the windows, and the car growls like an animal around the turn.
Bastard. Fuckin’ bastard. Needed some space, did he? Where’s he gonna find space in fuckin’ New York City? Dumb fuckin’ bastard.
The car whips around another turn. The scenery is dark and desolate.
Lots of space here. Probably somewhere in fuckin’ Nevada by now. God. Should probably get gas again.
As he takes his eyes of the road to check the gauge, he misjudges the turn, slides a bit onto the gravel shoulder, spinning and wheeling and losing control. The car is turning, and sliding into the ditch, tumbling, and even in the car, it’s as though the space has come in through the window with the air. He is falling, flying, and before everything goes black, Dom swears that he hears the sound of a circus organ.