The Reason 8/?
I'M SORRY FOR THE DELAY I FAIL HUGELY AT LIFE! *grovels*
Title: The Reason 8/?
Pairing: Domlijah and other (shh, secret!)
Rating: PG for drug reference/use
Summary: The introduction of a character that marks the beginning of Dom's downfall
Feedback: Pleeeeeeeease pretty please with Domlijah porn and chocolate on top!
Notes: The character of Chaz is based on Chester Bennington, the lead singer of Linkin Park, because he is a main character in an RPS roleplay I play as Sean Bean here on LJ, and I wanted him in it. Sean will show up later. The Chaz in the RP is lovely btw, not like here!
The sun was going down on a warm Sunday afternoon as Dom and Elijah wandered back across campus, towards their dorms.
“Look how cheesy this is.” Remarked Dom, pointing with the hand not holding Lij’s at the sun setting over the high, spired building. “If we weren’t in public I might be tempted to Hollywood kiss you.” He grinned at his joke. “Y’know, where they swing ‘em round so they’re lying in midair and such.”
Elijah giggled. “I might have to kill you.”
“Not if I drop you first!” Dom went to grab him playfully but Lij waved him off.
“Hey who’s he?” Dom followed his eyes to a guy in his forties in close conversation with a couple of students.
“Dunno. Doesn’t look like a parent though does he?” That was true; the man was wearing a long trench coat, pale arms that protruded from the sleeves coated in a red and blue fiery tattoo that disappeared up his arms. He had a shaved head and large fleshies in both ringed ears.
He suddenly looked up and caught Dom looking, and winked. He looked away, feeling a bit like a preppy schoolgirl being hit on by a biker. When did he become so conservative? Lij’s mobile suddenly rang and he wandered away to answer.
When Dom looked back around the man was approaching. “Looking for something?” American. His tone didn’t sound hitting-on so Dom was confused.
“Um…?”
“You know the guys I was jawin’ with?”
“A bit…” Hell-raising junkies basically.
“You dig? Doubt they’d get in with a rat.”
“Um, sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Dom said with a grin. Best to be nice to nutters.
“C’mon, you’re a college boy, don’t tell me you haven’t chased a few dragons…” Dom caught up.
“Oh right. Not dragons no, but yeah a bit of grass has passed my lips y’know.”
“Not weed like I can get you. Got a ten bag right here, whips you right of your feet, guaranteed, but drops you light as a feather, perfect balance.” Dom had to admit he was tempted. It had been a while since anyone had passed round a really decent spliff.
Suddenly Elijah appeared at his shoulder. The man drew a hand back out of his coat, empty. Dom jumped. “Oh, hey Lij!” He blushed for some reason, like a caught schoolboy. The man’s eyes flicked back and forth.
“Well, I’m around here and Paul and Dave’ll tell you where to find me, Chaz, by the way, if you need to.” He winked at Dom again and walked towards the gates.
“Who was that?” Lij asked.
“Just a friend of Paul’s...” Said Dom evasively.
“Oh right. Dom, I know what those guys are like, and what the guys they have… ‘business’ with are like. You’ll watch your back wont you?”
“Think I can’t handle myself?” Dom raised an eyebrow, then a moment later felt mean. “I will love.” And he kissed Elijah briefly.
“Look who it is, the boy who got caught by his mommy.” Chaz was leaning against a tree looking smug.
“If I wanted some I’d have bought it.” Snapped Dom. “I didn’t have any cash, and how did I know I could trust you?” As soon as he said it he regretted his lip. Chaz didn’t seem to mind; he laughed in fact.
“You don’t gotta. Can you trust your first eighth with me being half price?” That Dom could trust, and as he walked away with his pocket lighter with money but heavier with the green-filled plastic bag, he was not filled with the ominous dread that people in movies and bad books are filled with at pivotal times like this; he only felt elation at the rare find of a generous drug dealer, and one who’s frontal lobe was still in tact.
“Anyone want a spliff?” Yawned Dom, as an evening in their room with Orli and Billy began to wind down. He avoided Elijah’s eyes as the other two agreed, Billy skinning up. But when Dom took a long drag and offered it to him, he didn’t take it, only eyed Dom, chewing his lip.
“Look, Lij,” Dom tried to keep the exasperation out of his voice. “He’s not some massive gangster with a gun under his coat. Just a guy who can get his hands on it and making good use of that. Stop worrying. And please, if I hear the phrase ‘gateway drug’…” He’d expected Lij to interrupt, not having an end of the sentence.
“You’ll what?” Lij was taking this much too seriously, in Dom’s opinion.
“I’ll nothing love, I just don’t want to hear it. Please?” He offered the spliff again, which was now dropping ash like burning snow on the mangy green carpet.
Lij conceded and took it. But Dom felt no victory in having annoyed him, so he lent against him and put his head on his shoulder in good sportsmanship… and just because he liked Lij’s shoulder a lot.
Billy grunted his approval. “That lovers tiff was on the way to killing my buzz.”
“Billy darling,” Orli claimed the spliff and dragged on it. “You are buzzed twenty four - seven.”
“Too right.” Billy grabbed it from Orli’s lips. “And don’t call me darling.”
“I’ll call you what I like, sweetheart.” Orli sat on Billy and took it back.
“Children, don’t fight.” Dom threw the remaining bag at Billy, who’s forehead it bounced off of. They all laughed at his bemused face, the little spat well forgotten.
~*~
Dom woke up, alone, in a shitty motel in Iowa, and wondered how something so innocent and silly as a shared collage-boy spliff could have torn his life in half, and thrown away all the parts that mattered. Like a bad surgeon, cutting him open and rearranging and stealing his innards, leaving him half-functioning and sick.
So it was a scary kind of catch-twenty two as to whether allowing himself to think about where it truly descended into the kind of situation that broke lives and relationships would make him feel better or worse. On one hand it was plausible where he went wrong, instead of the foreshadowing events that had come into his head while he slept. Then again… well, it was obvious why it would bring down his mood. So he went for a walk and a coffee instead.
Title: The Reason 8/?
Pairing: Domlijah and other (shh, secret!)
Rating: PG for drug reference/use
Summary: The introduction of a character that marks the beginning of Dom's downfall
Feedback: Pleeeeeeeease pretty please with Domlijah porn and chocolate on top!
Notes: The character of Chaz is based on Chester Bennington, the lead singer of Linkin Park, because he is a main character in an RPS roleplay I play as Sean Bean here on LJ, and I wanted him in it. Sean will show up later. The Chaz in the RP is lovely btw, not like here!
The sun was going down on a warm Sunday afternoon as Dom and Elijah wandered back across campus, towards their dorms.
“Look how cheesy this is.” Remarked Dom, pointing with the hand not holding Lij’s at the sun setting over the high, spired building. “If we weren’t in public I might be tempted to Hollywood kiss you.” He grinned at his joke. “Y’know, where they swing ‘em round so they’re lying in midair and such.”
Elijah giggled. “I might have to kill you.”
“Not if I drop you first!” Dom went to grab him playfully but Lij waved him off.
“Hey who’s he?” Dom followed his eyes to a guy in his forties in close conversation with a couple of students.
“Dunno. Doesn’t look like a parent though does he?” That was true; the man was wearing a long trench coat, pale arms that protruded from the sleeves coated in a red and blue fiery tattoo that disappeared up his arms. He had a shaved head and large fleshies in both ringed ears.
He suddenly looked up and caught Dom looking, and winked. He looked away, feeling a bit like a preppy schoolgirl being hit on by a biker. When did he become so conservative? Lij’s mobile suddenly rang and he wandered away to answer.
When Dom looked back around the man was approaching. “Looking for something?” American. His tone didn’t sound hitting-on so Dom was confused.
“Um…?”
“You know the guys I was jawin’ with?”
“A bit…” Hell-raising junkies basically.
“You dig? Doubt they’d get in with a rat.”
“Um, sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Dom said with a grin. Best to be nice to nutters.
“C’mon, you’re a college boy, don’t tell me you haven’t chased a few dragons…” Dom caught up.
“Oh right. Not dragons no, but yeah a bit of grass has passed my lips y’know.”
“Not weed like I can get you. Got a ten bag right here, whips you right of your feet, guaranteed, but drops you light as a feather, perfect balance.” Dom had to admit he was tempted. It had been a while since anyone had passed round a really decent spliff.
Suddenly Elijah appeared at his shoulder. The man drew a hand back out of his coat, empty. Dom jumped. “Oh, hey Lij!” He blushed for some reason, like a caught schoolboy. The man’s eyes flicked back and forth.
“Well, I’m around here and Paul and Dave’ll tell you where to find me, Chaz, by the way, if you need to.” He winked at Dom again and walked towards the gates.
“Who was that?” Lij asked.
“Just a friend of Paul’s...” Said Dom evasively.
“Oh right. Dom, I know what those guys are like, and what the guys they have… ‘business’ with are like. You’ll watch your back wont you?”
“Think I can’t handle myself?” Dom raised an eyebrow, then a moment later felt mean. “I will love.” And he kissed Elijah briefly.
“Look who it is, the boy who got caught by his mommy.” Chaz was leaning against a tree looking smug.
“If I wanted some I’d have bought it.” Snapped Dom. “I didn’t have any cash, and how did I know I could trust you?” As soon as he said it he regretted his lip. Chaz didn’t seem to mind; he laughed in fact.
“You don’t gotta. Can you trust your first eighth with me being half price?” That Dom could trust, and as he walked away with his pocket lighter with money but heavier with the green-filled plastic bag, he was not filled with the ominous dread that people in movies and bad books are filled with at pivotal times like this; he only felt elation at the rare find of a generous drug dealer, and one who’s frontal lobe was still in tact.
“Anyone want a spliff?” Yawned Dom, as an evening in their room with Orli and Billy began to wind down. He avoided Elijah’s eyes as the other two agreed, Billy skinning up. But when Dom took a long drag and offered it to him, he didn’t take it, only eyed Dom, chewing his lip.
“Look, Lij,” Dom tried to keep the exasperation out of his voice. “He’s not some massive gangster with a gun under his coat. Just a guy who can get his hands on it and making good use of that. Stop worrying. And please, if I hear the phrase ‘gateway drug’…” He’d expected Lij to interrupt, not having an end of the sentence.
“You’ll what?” Lij was taking this much too seriously, in Dom’s opinion.
“I’ll nothing love, I just don’t want to hear it. Please?” He offered the spliff again, which was now dropping ash like burning snow on the mangy green carpet.
Lij conceded and took it. But Dom felt no victory in having annoyed him, so he lent against him and put his head on his shoulder in good sportsmanship… and just because he liked Lij’s shoulder a lot.
Billy grunted his approval. “That lovers tiff was on the way to killing my buzz.”
“Billy darling,” Orli claimed the spliff and dragged on it. “You are buzzed twenty four - seven.”
“Too right.” Billy grabbed it from Orli’s lips. “And don’t call me darling.”
“I’ll call you what I like, sweetheart.” Orli sat on Billy and took it back.
“Children, don’t fight.” Dom threw the remaining bag at Billy, who’s forehead it bounced off of. They all laughed at his bemused face, the little spat well forgotten.
~*~
Dom woke up, alone, in a shitty motel in Iowa, and wondered how something so innocent and silly as a shared collage-boy spliff could have torn his life in half, and thrown away all the parts that mattered. Like a bad surgeon, cutting him open and rearranging and stealing his innards, leaving him half-functioning and sick.
So it was a scary kind of catch-twenty two as to whether allowing himself to think about where it truly descended into the kind of situation that broke lives and relationships would make him feel better or worse. On one hand it was plausible where he went wrong, instead of the foreshadowing events that had come into his head while he slept. Then again… well, it was obvious why it would bring down his mood. So he went for a walk and a coffee instead.