Blind (Domlijah) PG-13 (7/?)
Title: Blind - 7/?
Author: moit
Pairing: Domlijah
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPF
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama
Warnings: Slash, violence
Summary: After a horrific accident, Elijah is blinded. Dom is left to pick up the pieces of their broken life.
Word Count: 1,536
Previous Chapters here
When Elijah's television appearance aired, he was in a much better mood than the day he taped it. Dom was already gone, but he made Elijah promise to record the show. Elijah's mind was half on the television; he was only taping it because Dom wanted to see it.
The audience laughed.
Elijah's awkward silence followed.
On screen, the conversation continued.
In the living room, the real Elijah clenched his hand around the remote control. He wished he could just erase this recording, but Dom would be hurt if he couldn't see Elijah's appearance.
The show wrapped up. Elijah turned off the television. His cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Open the door, you fucker."
"Josh?"
"Of course it's me. Could you open the door? These bags are heavy."
"Quit fucking with me. How are you? I haven't talked to you in ages."
"I told you--open the fucking door."
Elijah made a face. The doorbell rang and he almost jumped a foot.
"Who is it?" he called.
"Open the fucking door!" Josh called, sounding increasingly agitated.
Elijah tapped his way to the door as fast a he could. He flung it open. Josh lifted him up into an enormous hug, causing him to drop his cane in the process. Josh set him down on his feet and retrieved his cane.
"I'll be damned if you aren't blind as a bat."
"Thanks for the astute observation, Captain Obvious. Is that all you came for? Just to confirm the rumors?"
"Hell no," Josh said, inviting himself into the house. Elijah trailed after him. "Nice digs you got here."
"This is the house the studio rented for us."
"For you? Or just for Dom?"
"For both of us," Elijah replied, smirking. "Don't you remember when we came out last year? The rags had a field day with us."
"You know I don't read that garbage."
"Of course. But you don't keep up with your friends' personal lives, either."
"How do you think I got down here? Dom. You won't return my calls."
"I answered when you called just now!"
"And what luck that was."
Elijah flipped Josh the bird.
"How long are you staying?"
"I don't know. A week? Two? Until you get sick of me and throw me out."
"You mean until you get sick of us and leave."
"Get sick of you?" Josh pulled Elijah into his side for a hug. "That could never happen."
"Yeah, we'll see," Elijah said.
"All right, then, Shades, where am I sleeping?"
"You'd be sleeping on the beach if Dom wouldn't stop me," Elijah said. He tapped his way down the hall, leading Josh to the guest bedroom.
"So are you going to let me see the damage? Or is that privileged?"
Elijah crossed his arms. "Are you going to give up?"
"Probably not," Josh said. He dropped his suitcases down on the bed.
With a great sigh, Elijah lowered his sunglasses.
Josh gave a low whistle. "What does Dom think?"
"He hasn't see it," Elijah said, sliding his glasses back up his nose.
"He hasn't . . . Are you two on the outs, but just didn't want to tell me?"
"Do you think I'd be living with him in Hawaii if we were?"
"I just don't understand . . . You sleep next to him at night, don't you?"
"I wear an eye mask to bed."
"You have got to be fucking kidding me."
Elijah said nothing.
"Elijah. Seriously?"
"What?"
"It's been . . . What? Two months? And you still haven't let Dom see you without sunglasses on? Do you think he's going to leave you because you have scars from the fucking acid that was thrown in your face? Fuck, if you were my boyfriend, I'd leave you just for not trusting me!"
"Oh, yeah, Josh, because you've fucking been around all this time! You fucking know what it's been like for me trying to learn how to live without my eyesight. Without my fucking career. Dom has been the one who has stuck by me." Elijah sucked in a breath, gaining momentum. "It's not that I think he's going to leave if he sees me, it's that I am not comfortable showing him! If I knew that he knew what I really looked like, I think I'd been too fucking guilty to make him stay with me! He deserves someone who doesn't look like a fucking train wreck! Why do you think I came to Hawaii? It wasn't just to 'support my boyfriend,' Josh. I was afraid he'd meet someone else, someone beautiful, someone undamaged. My intentions are completely selfish. I'm not afraid he's going to leave me if he sees my face. I'm afraid he's going to stay!"
Josh was quiet for a long moment. When he did speak, his voice was soft. "Elijah, he's not going to leave you. He's certainly not going to leave you for someone else."
Elijah shrugged, brushing Josh's words off. "Logically, I know that. But it doesn't stop the fear. It doesn't stop the anxiety. And it doesn't keep me from hiding my face."
"Have you thought about talking to someone? As in seeing a psychiatrist?"
"A shrink."
"You could go with Dom. I know he'd be willing to go with you."
"It's just more fuel to the fire, Josh. The more Dom knows, the worse I'm going to feel." He tapped his way to the doorway. "Look, let's not talk about this. Any more and I'm going to get on a plane back to California. How's New York?"
Josh sighed because Elijah couldn't see the look on his face.
"Still living in the Village?"
"Yep," Josh answered.
"Josh, please. I don't want to talk about this shit right now. They're my issues, and if Dom really has a problem, he can talk to me. You don't need to put yourself in the middle of this."
"I worry about you. I was your best friend before you went to New Zealand."
"Shut the fuck up. You still are my best friend," Elijah said, giving Josh a rare smile.
"Good. Now can we please go to the beach? We don't have one of those where I live."
"Yes. Just don't forget sunscreen. I fried the fuck out of myself right after we got here. I couldn't sleep on my stomach for almost a week."
"Oh I will. I'm still as ghostly pale as I ever was."
"I'm starting to tan. I think," Elijah said, holding out his arms for Josh's inspection.
Josh snorted. "If I'm ghostly pale, then you're like milk. Living in L.A. hasn't given you a tan, and neither has Hawaii."
"Knowing Dom, he's probably been giving me SPF 50, rather than 30."
"You need it, Casper," Josh said, clapping him on the back.
"Har fucking har," Elijah replied, leading Josh to the back door.
*
Josh and Elijah were sitting on the back porch under the table umbrella when Dom got home that evening.
"Hi, Honey," Elijah said, tilting his head up for a kiss, which Dom willingly bestowed.
"I see you found your present," Dom said, sitting down between Elijah and Josh.
"Do I get to keep it?"
"Until it needs to go back home," Josh said.
"How was work?" Elijah asked, sliding his hand over Dom's thigh.
"The usual." Dom went in to a long spiel about his day on set. Josh seemed interested, but Elijah fought familiar feelings of resentment. He hated feeling jealous of his boyfriend's success, but couldn't shake the feeling. "How was your day? Oh! Did you tape that show?"
"What show?" Josh asked.
"Elijah was on Luana and Kani in the Morning the other day. It aired this morning."
"No shit? Did you tape it?"
"Yes," Elijah sighed.
They walked into the house and settled in the living room. Elijah pressed play.
Dom and Josh watched the show. Elijah could only hear himself, but he sounded pleasant until the infamous 'Romeo and Juliet' comment. The audience chuckled, but Dom and Josh were silent. The show ended and Elijah stopped the DVR.
"Well that was a bunch of shit," Josh exclaimed. "How the hell could they find the death of your career funny?"
Elijah snorted. "You're telling me."
"That's why you were so upset when you came home that day," Dom said. He reached for Elijah's hand. "I'm sorry I made such a big deal about doing the show."
"It's not your fault," Elijah said, clearly uncomfortable. "It just really pissed me off that we went through all the trouble of making sure they wouldn't ask the wrong questions, and I was still made out to be a spectacle."
"Well, you weren't a spectacle," Dom hedged.
"They certainly didn't take me seriously."
"Fuck them," Josh cut in. "You weren't on there to please the audience. You were just taking the first step to rebuilding your career. Who knows? Maybe they will cast you as the first blind Romeo."
"If that happens, I will kiss your ass," Elijah deadpanned.
Dom laughed, clapping Elijah on the back. He knew it would be good to have Josh around.
Author: moit
Pairing: Domlijah
Fandom: Lord of the Rings RPF
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama
Warnings: Slash, violence
Summary: After a horrific accident, Elijah is blinded. Dom is left to pick up the pieces of their broken life.
Word Count: 1,536
Previous Chapters here
When Elijah's television appearance aired, he was in a much better mood than the day he taped it. Dom was already gone, but he made Elijah promise to record the show. Elijah's mind was half on the television; he was only taping it because Dom wanted to see it.
The audience laughed.
Elijah's awkward silence followed.
On screen, the conversation continued.
In the living room, the real Elijah clenched his hand around the remote control. He wished he could just erase this recording, but Dom would be hurt if he couldn't see Elijah's appearance.
The show wrapped up. Elijah turned off the television. His cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Open the door, you fucker."
"Josh?"
"Of course it's me. Could you open the door? These bags are heavy."
"Quit fucking with me. How are you? I haven't talked to you in ages."
"I told you--open the fucking door."
Elijah made a face. The doorbell rang and he almost jumped a foot.
"Who is it?" he called.
"Open the fucking door!" Josh called, sounding increasingly agitated.
Elijah tapped his way to the door as fast a he could. He flung it open. Josh lifted him up into an enormous hug, causing him to drop his cane in the process. Josh set him down on his feet and retrieved his cane.
"I'll be damned if you aren't blind as a bat."
"Thanks for the astute observation, Captain Obvious. Is that all you came for? Just to confirm the rumors?"
"Hell no," Josh said, inviting himself into the house. Elijah trailed after him. "Nice digs you got here."
"This is the house the studio rented for us."
"For you? Or just for Dom?"
"For both of us," Elijah replied, smirking. "Don't you remember when we came out last year? The rags had a field day with us."
"You know I don't read that garbage."
"Of course. But you don't keep up with your friends' personal lives, either."
"How do you think I got down here? Dom. You won't return my calls."
"I answered when you called just now!"
"And what luck that was."
Elijah flipped Josh the bird.
"How long are you staying?"
"I don't know. A week? Two? Until you get sick of me and throw me out."
"You mean until you get sick of us and leave."
"Get sick of you?" Josh pulled Elijah into his side for a hug. "That could never happen."
"Yeah, we'll see," Elijah said.
"All right, then, Shades, where am I sleeping?"
"You'd be sleeping on the beach if Dom wouldn't stop me," Elijah said. He tapped his way down the hall, leading Josh to the guest bedroom.
"So are you going to let me see the damage? Or is that privileged?"
Elijah crossed his arms. "Are you going to give up?"
"Probably not," Josh said. He dropped his suitcases down on the bed.
With a great sigh, Elijah lowered his sunglasses.
Josh gave a low whistle. "What does Dom think?"
"He hasn't see it," Elijah said, sliding his glasses back up his nose.
"He hasn't . . . Are you two on the outs, but just didn't want to tell me?"
"Do you think I'd be living with him in Hawaii if we were?"
"I just don't understand . . . You sleep next to him at night, don't you?"
"I wear an eye mask to bed."
"You have got to be fucking kidding me."
Elijah said nothing.
"Elijah. Seriously?"
"What?"
"It's been . . . What? Two months? And you still haven't let Dom see you without sunglasses on? Do you think he's going to leave you because you have scars from the fucking acid that was thrown in your face? Fuck, if you were my boyfriend, I'd leave you just for not trusting me!"
"Oh, yeah, Josh, because you've fucking been around all this time! You fucking know what it's been like for me trying to learn how to live without my eyesight. Without my fucking career. Dom has been the one who has stuck by me." Elijah sucked in a breath, gaining momentum. "It's not that I think he's going to leave if he sees me, it's that I am not comfortable showing him! If I knew that he knew what I really looked like, I think I'd been too fucking guilty to make him stay with me! He deserves someone who doesn't look like a fucking train wreck! Why do you think I came to Hawaii? It wasn't just to 'support my boyfriend,' Josh. I was afraid he'd meet someone else, someone beautiful, someone undamaged. My intentions are completely selfish. I'm not afraid he's going to leave me if he sees my face. I'm afraid he's going to stay!"
Josh was quiet for a long moment. When he did speak, his voice was soft. "Elijah, he's not going to leave you. He's certainly not going to leave you for someone else."
Elijah shrugged, brushing Josh's words off. "Logically, I know that. But it doesn't stop the fear. It doesn't stop the anxiety. And it doesn't keep me from hiding my face."
"Have you thought about talking to someone? As in seeing a psychiatrist?"
"A shrink."
"You could go with Dom. I know he'd be willing to go with you."
"It's just more fuel to the fire, Josh. The more Dom knows, the worse I'm going to feel." He tapped his way to the doorway. "Look, let's not talk about this. Any more and I'm going to get on a plane back to California. How's New York?"
Josh sighed because Elijah couldn't see the look on his face.
"Still living in the Village?"
"Yep," Josh answered.
"Josh, please. I don't want to talk about this shit right now. They're my issues, and if Dom really has a problem, he can talk to me. You don't need to put yourself in the middle of this."
"I worry about you. I was your best friend before you went to New Zealand."
"Shut the fuck up. You still are my best friend," Elijah said, giving Josh a rare smile.
"Good. Now can we please go to the beach? We don't have one of those where I live."
"Yes. Just don't forget sunscreen. I fried the fuck out of myself right after we got here. I couldn't sleep on my stomach for almost a week."
"Oh I will. I'm still as ghostly pale as I ever was."
"I'm starting to tan. I think," Elijah said, holding out his arms for Josh's inspection.
Josh snorted. "If I'm ghostly pale, then you're like milk. Living in L.A. hasn't given you a tan, and neither has Hawaii."
"Knowing Dom, he's probably been giving me SPF 50, rather than 30."
"You need it, Casper," Josh said, clapping him on the back.
"Har fucking har," Elijah replied, leading Josh to the back door.
*
Josh and Elijah were sitting on the back porch under the table umbrella when Dom got home that evening.
"Hi, Honey," Elijah said, tilting his head up for a kiss, which Dom willingly bestowed.
"I see you found your present," Dom said, sitting down between Elijah and Josh.
"Do I get to keep it?"
"Until it needs to go back home," Josh said.
"How was work?" Elijah asked, sliding his hand over Dom's thigh.
"The usual." Dom went in to a long spiel about his day on set. Josh seemed interested, but Elijah fought familiar feelings of resentment. He hated feeling jealous of his boyfriend's success, but couldn't shake the feeling. "How was your day? Oh! Did you tape that show?"
"What show?" Josh asked.
"Elijah was on Luana and Kani in the Morning the other day. It aired this morning."
"No shit? Did you tape it?"
"Yes," Elijah sighed.
They walked into the house and settled in the living room. Elijah pressed play.
Dom and Josh watched the show. Elijah could only hear himself, but he sounded pleasant until the infamous 'Romeo and Juliet' comment. The audience chuckled, but Dom and Josh were silent. The show ended and Elijah stopped the DVR.
"Well that was a bunch of shit," Josh exclaimed. "How the hell could they find the death of your career funny?"
Elijah snorted. "You're telling me."
"That's why you were so upset when you came home that day," Dom said. He reached for Elijah's hand. "I'm sorry I made such a big deal about doing the show."
"It's not your fault," Elijah said, clearly uncomfortable. "It just really pissed me off that we went through all the trouble of making sure they wouldn't ask the wrong questions, and I was still made out to be a spectacle."
"Well, you weren't a spectacle," Dom hedged.
"They certainly didn't take me seriously."
"Fuck them," Josh cut in. "You weren't on there to please the audience. You were just taking the first step to rebuilding your career. Who knows? Maybe they will cast you as the first blind Romeo."
"If that happens, I will kiss your ass," Elijah deadpanned.
Dom laughed, clapping Elijah on the back. He knew it would be good to have Josh around.