Fic: You're Fired
Title: You’re Fired
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPS
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: PG
Summary: Dom drinks too much.
AN: Written for fffc with the prompt Perseverance.
pic photoshopped from a het version from the net
“This is silly, Elijah. You can’t just send me away like this!”
“No. You’re silly. You can’t expect me to wait for you every night like a good little wife while you’re out there knocking back glasses of beer or whatever you have there with your buddies. It’s either you go or I will.”
“Lighe…”
“Go away, Dom.”
~~~
Dominic stands there at the door with his head hung, a bag clutched tightly in one hand, his back on Elijah. He knows he’s made the gravest mistake and he knows if he goes, he’ll lose the chance of ever coming back again. He can feel Elijah’s eyes on him.
“I can’t.” His voice is shaking, muffled by tears threatening to trickle down anytime. The lack of response from Elijah explodes in his ears, deafening him. “Lighe, say something.”
If ever, Elijah turns away from him from the sound of it.
Dominic turns away as well, tossing his bag aside, chasing after Elijah and grabbing him. He drops to his knees, clinging on to Elijah, sniffing into his shirt.
Elijah tenses. “Sblomie, come on. Perhaps you’ll find a better guy after me. Someone who can take you as you are. I did, before you changed.”
Elijah’s soft voice breaks Dominic totally. He’s sobbing now, his arms tightening around Elijah’s middle. He won’t meet another guy, better or worse. He’s not letting Elijah go.
“I’m sorry. I made a mistake. Please take me back. I have no one or nowhere else to go. And I don’t want to.”
His heart skips a beat when Elijah loosens up slightly.
“You sure?”
Dominic nods frantically.
“You promise?”
“I promise, Lighe.”
Elijah heaves a deep sigh. “Get on your feet, Dommie. You should be on your knees for one purpose only. This isn’t it.”
Dominic leaps up and gives Elijah the tightest squeeze. He’s not letting go. Not ever.
~~~
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPS
Pairing: Domlijah
Rating: PG
Summary: Dom drinks too much.
AN: Written for fffc with the prompt Perseverance.
pic photoshopped from a het version from the net
“This is silly, Elijah. You can’t just send me away like this!”
“No. You’re silly. You can’t expect me to wait for you every night like a good little wife while you’re out there knocking back glasses of beer or whatever you have there with your buddies. It’s either you go or I will.”
“Lighe…”
“Go away, Dom.”
~~~
Dominic stands there at the door with his head hung, a bag clutched tightly in one hand, his back on Elijah. He knows he’s made the gravest mistake and he knows if he goes, he’ll lose the chance of ever coming back again. He can feel Elijah’s eyes on him.
“I can’t.” His voice is shaking, muffled by tears threatening to trickle down anytime. The lack of response from Elijah explodes in his ears, deafening him. “Lighe, say something.”
If ever, Elijah turns away from him from the sound of it.
Dominic turns away as well, tossing his bag aside, chasing after Elijah and grabbing him. He drops to his knees, clinging on to Elijah, sniffing into his shirt.
Elijah tenses. “Sblomie, come on. Perhaps you’ll find a better guy after me. Someone who can take you as you are. I did, before you changed.”
Elijah’s soft voice breaks Dominic totally. He’s sobbing now, his arms tightening around Elijah’s middle. He won’t meet another guy, better or worse. He’s not letting Elijah go.
“I’m sorry. I made a mistake. Please take me back. I have no one or nowhere else to go. And I don’t want to.”
His heart skips a beat when Elijah loosens up slightly.
“You sure?”
Dominic nods frantically.
“You promise?”
“I promise, Lighe.”
Elijah heaves a deep sigh. “Get on your feet, Dommie. You should be on your knees for one purpose only. This isn’t it.”
Dominic leaps up and gives Elijah the tightest squeeze. He’s not letting go. Not ever.
~~~