Fic: Shoot Me Down
Fic: Shoot Me Down
Author: LMX
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When I grew up I called him mine
Spoilers: The Big Bang Job and The San Lorenzo Job
Pairings: Damien/Eliot, Damien/OFC, Damien/OFC/Eliot
Follows: I Return + Battle Fatigue (and if you wanted to have some Holy-Crap-Run-On-Verse-Batman! fun... fits into how I plan to close Less Than Perfect also)
Credit: Nancy Sinatra's Shot Me Down, Lyrics at the end. Thanks to people who expressed an interest, hope this fills what you were hoping for.
Warnings: Run on paragraphs, distanced storytelling, OFC.
AN: Still still still seeking a beta
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They have been good friends for longer than any other members of Damien's rather fluid support system. They tell tales of their time together as boys, and Damien will not voice the confession of how he loves the way Eliot's eyes crinkle at the sides, reminiscing of their childish heroism. They admit their naivety in the face of warfare, but cherish it all the same. They re-enact scenes of that war for their newer friends, and Eliot always plays the hero and Damien the invading force and when Eliot leaps through the air firing imaginary bullets from his fingertips Damien always falls theatrically to the ground amidst their audience's cheers and laughter. It brings a bright grin to both of their faces, and Damien revels in how young it makes Eliot look. Lighter. They share space as they have always shared space, and Damien never mentions the way Eliot had run before the fighting was over and Eliot never mentions how much Damien had changed when they met again.
Damien sees how much happiness it brings Eliot to see him with Evie. It is as if by introducing him to the woman he loves, Eliot has repaid that debt that is never spoken of, bought back his honour. Damien is entirely besotted, but it doesn't take him long to realise he misses having Eliot in his space. He loves Evie, but Eliot has always been his first commander. The leader of his vengeful armies. His friend. Within a year Evie has confessed to seeing that desire in him, and they are sharing space once again. Evie is placed on a pedestal between them, basking in their shared adoration; all things are shared between them. Eliot has never been more passionate, or more committed to Damien's cause. He laughs when they tell Evie of their exploits, he cries when he admits to Evie why he had to leave; putting voice for the first time in Damien's presence to the things which had haunted him. He swears he will do anything for them. Anything they ask of him. They are untouchable, a unity. One. Damien tells him the plan and he knows without any doubt that Eliot will be with him. There is nothing to suggest what will come next in Eliot's eyes.
The church bells were still ringing in the space above them, but the sound was dull and flat in his ears. Eliot never arrived with the rings as he was supposed to. When Evie had come through the doors there had been no one on her arm, she had been pale and pristine in white. Like a ghost. She had run down the aisle to him, thrown herself into his arms. She had been followed by their enemies, and Damien had known in that moment how totally he had been betrayed. Eliot had long been the name to send shivers down the spines of men; almost a decade at Damien's side. His silent threat. His attack dog. It hadn't made him any less a part of his acquired family. He was the one who knelt at his feet while he worshipped Evie in turn. The one who defended her when he could not. The first bullet coloured her wedding dress, and his shirt as though he was an extension of her. The bullet didn't reach him, but he sank to the floor with her as though they were both killed in that moment. There was no tearful goodbye, her eyes glassy and empty even as the first screams reached him. His congregation have turned on the ones breaching the church, but it's too late to kill the one responsible. Eliot was already gone.
It is 'later' now. They are both older. His hair is shorter, Eliot's longer. He no longer treasures people, and Eliot... He cannot believe Eliot loves anything anymore. There are different things in both of their eyes. Damien still does not understand. He tests Eliot because he expects to see something there that will give him away. He cannot still be that man Damien knew - the one who loved him and loved Evie, did everything that they asked loyally and unquestioningly like the most obedient of pets, and yet condemned them both to death. He cannot be that man and still look Damien in the eye as though the world has not changed irreversibly since they last met. He cannot be that man and still look at Damien as if he might have loved him once. He whispers 'why?', as if the answer matters, and Eliot looks at him gently, eyes wide like they might be about to kiss. 'To get away,' he replies. Damien will tear down the world around him, for that answer alone.
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I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...
Author: LMX
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When I grew up I called him mine
Spoilers: The Big Bang Job and The San Lorenzo Job
Pairings: Damien/Eliot, Damien/OFC, Damien/OFC/Eliot
Follows: I Return + Battle Fatigue (and if you wanted to have some Holy-Crap-Run-On-Verse-Batman! fun... fits into how I plan to close Less Than Perfect also)
Credit: Nancy Sinatra's Shot Me Down, Lyrics at the end. Thanks to people who expressed an interest, hope this fills what you were hoping for.
Warnings: Run on paragraphs, distanced storytelling, OFC.
AN: Still still still seeking a beta
-
They have been good friends for longer than any other members of Damien's rather fluid support system. They tell tales of their time together as boys, and Damien will not voice the confession of how he loves the way Eliot's eyes crinkle at the sides, reminiscing of their childish heroism. They admit their naivety in the face of warfare, but cherish it all the same. They re-enact scenes of that war for their newer friends, and Eliot always plays the hero and Damien the invading force and when Eliot leaps through the air firing imaginary bullets from his fingertips Damien always falls theatrically to the ground amidst their audience's cheers and laughter. It brings a bright grin to both of their faces, and Damien revels in how young it makes Eliot look. Lighter. They share space as they have always shared space, and Damien never mentions the way Eliot had run before the fighting was over and Eliot never mentions how much Damien had changed when they met again.
Damien sees how much happiness it brings Eliot to see him with Evie. It is as if by introducing him to the woman he loves, Eliot has repaid that debt that is never spoken of, bought back his honour. Damien is entirely besotted, but it doesn't take him long to realise he misses having Eliot in his space. He loves Evie, but Eliot has always been his first commander. The leader of his vengeful armies. His friend. Within a year Evie has confessed to seeing that desire in him, and they are sharing space once again. Evie is placed on a pedestal between them, basking in their shared adoration; all things are shared between them. Eliot has never been more passionate, or more committed to Damien's cause. He laughs when they tell Evie of their exploits, he cries when he admits to Evie why he had to leave; putting voice for the first time in Damien's presence to the things which had haunted him. He swears he will do anything for them. Anything they ask of him. They are untouchable, a unity. One. Damien tells him the plan and he knows without any doubt that Eliot will be with him. There is nothing to suggest what will come next in Eliot's eyes.
The church bells were still ringing in the space above them, but the sound was dull and flat in his ears. Eliot never arrived with the rings as he was supposed to. When Evie had come through the doors there had been no one on her arm, she had been pale and pristine in white. Like a ghost. She had run down the aisle to him, thrown herself into his arms. She had been followed by their enemies, and Damien had known in that moment how totally he had been betrayed. Eliot had long been the name to send shivers down the spines of men; almost a decade at Damien's side. His silent threat. His attack dog. It hadn't made him any less a part of his acquired family. He was the one who knelt at his feet while he worshipped Evie in turn. The one who defended her when he could not. The first bullet coloured her wedding dress, and his shirt as though he was an extension of her. The bullet didn't reach him, but he sank to the floor with her as though they were both killed in that moment. There was no tearful goodbye, her eyes glassy and empty even as the first screams reached him. His congregation have turned on the ones breaching the church, but it's too late to kill the one responsible. Eliot was already gone.
It is 'later' now. They are both older. His hair is shorter, Eliot's longer. He no longer treasures people, and Eliot... He cannot believe Eliot loves anything anymore. There are different things in both of their eyes. Damien still does not understand. He tests Eliot because he expects to see something there that will give him away. He cannot still be that man Damien knew - the one who loved him and loved Evie, did everything that they asked loyally and unquestioningly like the most obedient of pets, and yet condemned them both to death. He cannot be that man and still look Damien in the eye as though the world has not changed irreversibly since they last met. He cannot be that man and still look at Damien as if he might have loved him once. He whispers 'why?', as if the answer matters, and Eliot looks at him gently, eyes wide like they might be about to kiss. 'To get away,' he replies. Damien will tear down the world around him, for that answer alone.
==
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...