Spectral Colors
Title: Spectral Colors
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff. Lots of it.
Summary: Dominic reflects on things and receives an unexpected gift.
Feedback: Is appreciated, but please, just enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made & this is fiction.
Author's Note: Just a wee drabble this time. Thank you to frisky_biscuit for looking over this & assuring me it didn't suck. Yer tha best, sis! <3
It's often the little things in life that take hold of our hearts and refuse to let go. The indeliable connections we feel with and for our fellow human beings can, more often than not, lead us to a valley of emotions high and low, depending on their genesis. A kiss, a glance, a touch; all of these things Dominic had experienced before with Matthew, each one sweeter than the one before. The mere touch of the singer's hand was enough to reduce the drummer to a quivering mess; the sound of his voice, be it in song, or in whispers in the dead of night, led Dominic to heights of perfect bliss.
He smiled to himself as he sipped a latte on a small park bench. This had become something of a pasttime for the blond, to duck out into the city unknown whenever possible on tour and just soak up the local culture. The park was quiet and the few inhabitants didn't seem to know who he was; he enjoyed the anonymity.
"Hiya, mister."
Dominic looked to his side, where a small boy had sat down next to him. "Hi there! Um," the blond craned his neck, searching for the boy's parents or caretakers, "are you lost?"
"I'm Jake," he said quite seriously for one so young. He extended his hand, Dominic blinking in confusion. "You're supposed to shake someone's hand when you meet them, Dom. It's polite."
"Oh, yes, sorry!" Dominic took his small hand and shook it, still concerned that this young man seemed to be alone. "Who are you here with, Jake? And how did you know my name?"
Jake pointed to a clearing behind them, the drummer turning around to see a small group of people seated on a blanket having what looked like a wonderful picnic. Dominic smiled; two of the group were sporting Muse shirts, perhaps they'd been at the gig last night. At any rate, the fact that there were fans nearby told him how the lad knew who he was.
"Anyway, I'm a'posed to give you this," Jake said, producing a small wildflower from his pocket. "Oh, no," he mumbled, for it had gotten a little smashed in his pocket; the petals were crumbling and the stem was nearly broken in two. "Sorry."
Dominic smiled as the young man put the flower in his hand. "Thank you, Jake. Very kind of you!"
"S'not from me," the boy replied, now interested in a small yellow object in his hand, "someone asked me to give it to you."
"Really?"
Jake nodded, revealing the trademark Muse plectrum that now rested in the palm of his hand. Dominic's eyes widened as the young man continued to talk. "My dad says you're a kick-ass drummer. Oops. Don't tell him I said that. Was a bad word."
"Thank you - I won't. Were you at the concert last night?"
"Nah, I was at home with my grandma but my mom and dad and my aunt and uncle went."
"Did they get that," the blond pointed to the plectrum, "last night?"
Jake shook his head. "Nah. Some man gave it to me just now for bringing you the flower. Mom was excited but it's just a piece of plastic. I'd rather have had a dollar. Cheapo," the boy grumbled. Dominic put his hand over his mouth to conceal the wide grin that had manifested there, his other hand pressing the flower against his heart which was beating rapidly now.
"Cheapo?" Matthew said, amused, as he sat down next to the young boy. "Here, then." The brunet dug in his coat pocket for a moment, smiling victoriously when he found what he was looking for. He presented the Twix bar to the young man, Jake's eyes lighting up. "Will this do?"
"Wow! Thanks, mister!"
"Jake! Time to go!" They all turned around at the same time to see Jake's mother waving him over, and giving Dominic a happy wave; she squealed a little when Dominic waved in kind, Matthew doing the same as Jake trotted away with a wave of his own.
The two of them watched the family walk off into the distance, neither looking at the other. Dominic spoke first as Matthew casually slid closer so that their outer thighs were touching. They'd long ago mastered the art of being as physically close to each other as possible in public without actually touching. Dominic tucked the flower behind his ear with a shaking hand, making sure to push his hair back so it stood out.
"Possibly the sweetest thing you've ever done for me, Matt. Even after all these years."
"I just love you," Matthew replied quietly.
Dominic's reply was whispered yet full of emotion. "And I, you."
That must have been enough for both of them, for they joined hands and turned to each other, the fact that they could be seen by anybody be damned. The way Matthew's eyes sparkled when he pressed his lips to Dominic's wrist took the blond's breath away, and when they walked back to their hotel they did it hand in hand for the first time outside closed doors.
It's often the little things in life that take hold of our hearts and refuse to let go. The indeliable connections we feel with and for our fellow human beings can, more often than not, lead us to a valley of emotions high and low, depending on their genesis. Sometimes they're born of a touch, or a word.
And sometimes, if you're very lucky, they're born of the gift of a small, crushed blue wildflower.
Dominic, for his part, would never forget it.
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff. Lots of it.
Summary: Dominic reflects on things and receives an unexpected gift.
Feedback: Is appreciated, but please, just enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made & this is fiction.
Author's Note: Just a wee drabble this time. Thank you to frisky_biscuit for looking over this & assuring me it didn't suck. Yer tha best, sis! <3
It's often the little things in life that take hold of our hearts and refuse to let go. The indeliable connections we feel with and for our fellow human beings can, more often than not, lead us to a valley of emotions high and low, depending on their genesis. A kiss, a glance, a touch; all of these things Dominic had experienced before with Matthew, each one sweeter than the one before. The mere touch of the singer's hand was enough to reduce the drummer to a quivering mess; the sound of his voice, be it in song, or in whispers in the dead of night, led Dominic to heights of perfect bliss.
He smiled to himself as he sipped a latte on a small park bench. This had become something of a pasttime for the blond, to duck out into the city unknown whenever possible on tour and just soak up the local culture. The park was quiet and the few inhabitants didn't seem to know who he was; he enjoyed the anonymity.
"Hiya, mister."
Dominic looked to his side, where a small boy had sat down next to him. "Hi there! Um," the blond craned his neck, searching for the boy's parents or caretakers, "are you lost?"
"I'm Jake," he said quite seriously for one so young. He extended his hand, Dominic blinking in confusion. "You're supposed to shake someone's hand when you meet them, Dom. It's polite."
"Oh, yes, sorry!" Dominic took his small hand and shook it, still concerned that this young man seemed to be alone. "Who are you here with, Jake? And how did you know my name?"
Jake pointed to a clearing behind them, the drummer turning around to see a small group of people seated on a blanket having what looked like a wonderful picnic. Dominic smiled; two of the group were sporting Muse shirts, perhaps they'd been at the gig last night. At any rate, the fact that there were fans nearby told him how the lad knew who he was.
"Anyway, I'm a'posed to give you this," Jake said, producing a small wildflower from his pocket. "Oh, no," he mumbled, for it had gotten a little smashed in his pocket; the petals were crumbling and the stem was nearly broken in two. "Sorry."
Dominic smiled as the young man put the flower in his hand. "Thank you, Jake. Very kind of you!"
"S'not from me," the boy replied, now interested in a small yellow object in his hand, "someone asked me to give it to you."
"Really?"
Jake nodded, revealing the trademark Muse plectrum that now rested in the palm of his hand. Dominic's eyes widened as the young man continued to talk. "My dad says you're a kick-ass drummer. Oops. Don't tell him I said that. Was a bad word."
"Thank you - I won't. Were you at the concert last night?"
"Nah, I was at home with my grandma but my mom and dad and my aunt and uncle went."
"Did they get that," the blond pointed to the plectrum, "last night?"
Jake shook his head. "Nah. Some man gave it to me just now for bringing you the flower. Mom was excited but it's just a piece of plastic. I'd rather have had a dollar. Cheapo," the boy grumbled. Dominic put his hand over his mouth to conceal the wide grin that had manifested there, his other hand pressing the flower against his heart which was beating rapidly now.
"Cheapo?" Matthew said, amused, as he sat down next to the young boy. "Here, then." The brunet dug in his coat pocket for a moment, smiling victoriously when he found what he was looking for. He presented the Twix bar to the young man, Jake's eyes lighting up. "Will this do?"
"Wow! Thanks, mister!"
"Jake! Time to go!" They all turned around at the same time to see Jake's mother waving him over, and giving Dominic a happy wave; she squealed a little when Dominic waved in kind, Matthew doing the same as Jake trotted away with a wave of his own.
The two of them watched the family walk off into the distance, neither looking at the other. Dominic spoke first as Matthew casually slid closer so that their outer thighs were touching. They'd long ago mastered the art of being as physically close to each other as possible in public without actually touching. Dominic tucked the flower behind his ear with a shaking hand, making sure to push his hair back so it stood out.
"Possibly the sweetest thing you've ever done for me, Matt. Even after all these years."
"I just love you," Matthew replied quietly.
Dominic's reply was whispered yet full of emotion. "And I, you."
That must have been enough for both of them, for they joined hands and turned to each other, the fact that they could be seen by anybody be damned. The way Matthew's eyes sparkled when he pressed his lips to Dominic's wrist took the blond's breath away, and when they walked back to their hotel they did it hand in hand for the first time outside closed doors.
It's often the little things in life that take hold of our hearts and refuse to let go. The indeliable connections we feel with and for our fellow human beings can, more often than not, lead us to a valley of emotions high and low, depending on their genesis. Sometimes they're born of a touch, or a word.
And sometimes, if you're very lucky, they're born of the gift of a small, crushed blue wildflower.
Dominic, for his part, would never forget it.