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LotRPS
Somewhere Beyond the Sea by Puddle, BB/DM. I love this story. A lot. Perhaps a completely ridiculous amount of a lot. Not only do I always have the song playing in my head when I think about it, but it's just a *cute* story. Cute, yet exceedingly frustrating because, well. yes. Anyways, Billy and Dom (and Lij and Orli and Vig) on a cruise and Billy is in love with Dom but Dom is over him, or is he? And there's this whole odd thing going on with visibility and there's miscommunication everywhere and, yes. Love!!!Billy bites back a grin so ridiculously wide that, if unleashed, could conceivably frighten to tears the ten-year-old girl sitting next to him. Which would cause the man sitting on her right in the aisle seat (who is probably her father) to punch Billy in the face.
Billy supposes the grin would do little or no harm to the sunny window on his left, so he looks out at the approaching eastern coastline of Florida and lets it loose. It feels as good as having a pee after holding it for fifteen hours. Well, no, Billy amends. It feels better.
Billy intends to kiss Dom for the first time today.
Another Part of the Island by Mirabile Dictu, OB (VM/SB). I love The Tempest. It's my favorite play by Shakespeare and this story kind of weaves bits and pieces of the play into it. And it works so well. Orlando observing, and realizing that, yes, hindsight is 20/20. And, dude. How much would I love to see Bean actually perform in the play? muh.Except lying on the box springs, deeply asleep, were the two men of the Fellowship, Viggo and Bean. Well, he couldn't blame them; sleeping next to Billy and Dom's stinky feet, or in Elijah's dilapidated arm chair couldn't have been comfortable. He stared at them, sprawled across the unmade bed. Pale moonlight seeping through the blinds carved the lines in Viggo's face deeper than Orlando remembered them; he looked tired, even in sleep. Responsible and serious, without the animation of his manic laugh and the fierce rugby tackles he was noted for.
Orlando yawned and scratched his chest, then returned to his corner of the lounge floor.
So that's when he should have noticed it. If he were more the observant type, which he already knew he wasn't. He was just Orlando.
Somewhere Beyond the Sea by Puddle, BB/DM. I love this story. A lot. Perhaps a completely ridiculous amount of a lot. Not only do I always have the song playing in my head when I think about it, but it's just a *cute* story. Cute, yet exceedingly frustrating because, well. yes. Anyways, Billy and Dom (and Lij and Orli and Vig) on a cruise and Billy is in love with Dom but Dom is over him, or is he? And there's this whole odd thing going on with visibility and there's miscommunication everywhere and, yes. Love!!!Billy bites back a grin so ridiculously wide that, if unleashed, could conceivably frighten to tears the ten-year-old girl sitting next to him. Which would cause the man sitting on her right in the aisle seat (who is probably her father) to punch Billy in the face.
Billy supposes the grin would do little or no harm to the sunny window on his left, so he looks out at the approaching eastern coastline of Florida and lets it loose. It feels as good as having a pee after holding it for fifteen hours. Well, no, Billy amends. It feels better.
Billy intends to kiss Dom for the first time today.
Another Part of the Island by Mirabile Dictu, OB (VM/SB). I love The Tempest. It's my favorite play by Shakespeare and this story kind of weaves bits and pieces of the play into it. And it works so well. Orlando observing, and realizing that, yes, hindsight is 20/20. And, dude. How much would I love to see Bean actually perform in the play? muh.Except lying on the box springs, deeply asleep, were the two men of the Fellowship, Viggo and Bean. Well, he couldn't blame them; sleeping next to Billy and Dom's stinky feet, or in Elijah's dilapidated arm chair couldn't have been comfortable. He stared at them, sprawled across the unmade bed. Pale moonlight seeping through the blinds carved the lines in Viggo's face deeper than Orlando remembered them; he looked tired, even in sleep. Responsible and serious, without the animation of his manic laugh and the fierce rugby tackles he was noted for.
Orlando yawned and scratched his chest, then returned to his corner of the lounge floor.
So that's when he should have noticed it. If he were more the observant type, which he already knew he wasn't. He was just Orlando.