Silently I Dream of You - Chapter Six
Author: thekeyholder (Brigi)
Title: Silently I Dream of You - Chapter 6. Renascence
Beta: the wonderful ms_belle10
Pairing: BellDom
Rating: PG/PG13
Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.
Summary: Series based on this prompt from mkmeme : Belldom, teen!Muse.
Matt's parents are constantly adopting foster kids. Matthew doesn't normally get along with them, often feeling left out that his parents don't spend as much time with their biological son as they should. However, one day, Matthew's parents bring home Dom, a 15/16 year old (same age as Matt) who Matt begins to become attracted to, even though the world and 'their' parents regard them as brothers.
Feedback: would be lovely. Please, leave me a few words if you have time. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse or any other band/song/lyrics mentioned in this story. I don't make any profit. However, the story is mine, so don't steal, please!
Author's note: This is one of my favourite chapters, so I hope you'll like my Easter present! <3 Moreover, we even have a beautiful artwork for the last scene, made by darthtofu . Thank you SO much, it's absolutely stunning!
Songs for this chapter: Good Enough - Evanescence and Beautiful Eyes - Taylor Swift . You can find the whole soundtrack list HERE.
Beautiful banner made by starlight_myth <333
Previous parts: Chapter 1. | Chapter 2. | Chapter 3. | Chapter 4. | Chapter 5.
Silently I Dream of You
Chapter 6. Renascence
I am not surprised when I hear Dominic’s muffled cries after we go to bed. Of course, he waited half an hour or so, thinking that I had already nodded off. The visit to the cemetery perturbed him deeply, with old, suppressed feelings gushing forth from the depths of his suffering heart. My first reflex is to get out of my bed and console him, but I know that those tears are more than just salty drops of water, they are keepers of bad memories, and therefore, they have to be let out. I have a lump in my throat, but eventually the quiet sobs lull us both to sleep.
* * * * *
The next morning I’m thinking over the matter again while munching absentmindedly on my breakfast, wondering if I should have taken action or not. I bawl Robert out when he kicks my shin; I really hate it that I can’t have a calm moment because of them. My voice fades when Dominic enters the kitchen with puffy, red eyes. It might seem a bit unusual, but his presence always prompts me to be silent and peaceful, anything beyond it seems useless. I promise myself to be nicer to my brothers and don’t let myself get steamed up so easily. Dominic sits at the table, drawing random patterns on its surface. I put a mug of hot chocolate in front of him and his face lights up as we look at each other. I read that it’s good to consume chocolate in the morning because it raises the level of happiness hormones in your body, so I make one for myself as well.
* * * * *
School wasn’t that bad, but tomorrow we have a tough test, so unfortunately the whole afternoon will be dedicated to learning. Dad, who’s reading in the other corner of the room, overhears my conversation with Dominic and encourages us to hurry and review as much as we can. Before going upstairs, Mum arrives home with lots of heavy-looking shopping bags.
“Ah, my beautiful boys! Help me with these, will you?”
She is so chirpy, bursting with joy and telling us about the great deals she made while unpacking. Finally, she hands Dominic a small box. Dominic opens it excitedly, and just as I thought, Mum bought him a mobile phone. He really needs one; my parents agreed after the events with Gregory that a phone is absolutely indispensable.
“Oh boys, I also bought something for myself, I’d like to show it to you!” Mum exclaims and winks in Dad’s direction, but he doesn’t notice it. I make a disapproving face.
Meanwhile, I sit closer to Dominic and we both admire the shiny, black device; he asks me to set it up for him, which I finish in a few minutes.
“So… how do I look?” Mum asks as she enters the room wearing a gorgeous dark blue dress.
She looks stunning as she pirouettes in front of us and I whistle to show my appreciation. I don’t think I’ve seen her wearing such dresses on more than two or three occasions, so I compliment her, Dominic nodding in agreement. I cast a side glance at Dad, but he keeps reading the bloody newspaper! I clear my throat, hoping that it would attract his attention, but my attempt remains abortive. Mum gulps and averts her eyes from his ignorant posture; I can see tears gathering in those unmistakable blue orbs, but she stifles them by blinking repeatedly.
“I hope you’ll wear it at my wedding,” I crack a joke to lighten the tense mood, and Mum giggles, forgetting momentarily about the moron sitting in the corner of the room. You can call me impertinent, but I have my reasons to call him that; he’s offended Mum several times and I hate to see her suffering.
I look at Dominic, who’s biting his lower lip deep in thought and probably wondering why Dad acts like this. As soon as he notices my look, he turns his head in the direction of the stairs and I nod assent. Holding the phone tightly in his fist, Dominic goes to our room, followed by me. Even though studying isn’t to our heart’s content, we leaf through books and notebooks diligently.
Since time immemorial, I’ve been a nervous person. I can’t stand still, not even for two minutes, so it’s a bit annoying to others that I squirm a lot while studying. I tap my fingers, play with my hair, lie on my back then turn on my stomach or chew the end of my pen. That’s why I always learn by myself because I peeve everybody with my fidgeting, but Dominic seems immune to it. How can he concentrate so much and not get distracted by the sharpener, the rounded tip of the pencil or I don’t know, by the interesting patterns on the bedcovers? I guess my mind just enjoys running wild with diverse thoughts too much.
Soon, a devilish plan crosses my mind. I reach for my phone secretly and send the following message to Dominic (whose number I have previously memorized) while stifling my giggles:
“Chemistry is for dorkies, it’s awful and boring. But you’re not one, ey? Though I’m sure you’ll get an A. :D”
A few seconds later the beeping sound of the phone shakes Dominic from his deep concentration. He looks at the tiny screen and snickers loudly, muffling the sounds with a hand against his mouth. I notice a hint of confusion in his expression; he’s probably wondering who sent the silly message. Dominic asks me if I know the number and I say that it’s Mum’s. He would believe it, but I can’t help bursting out laughing, with Dominic and I both weeping tears of joy in the end. I’m not sure, but I think I glimpsed Mum passing in front of our room’s door, smiling contentedly.
* * * * *
The world seems so much more beautiful after you get rid of the burden of a difficult test! I’m quite pleased with myself; I think I’ll get a good mark thanks to Dominic, who helped me yesterday afternoon. Chemistry isn’t rocket science anymore for me!
I stretch myself as I hear the bell ringing and grab my pocket money in order to buy some snacks. Luckily, we have a free period to rest our tired minds and enjoy the last sunny days, not only of October, but of this year as well. However, I notice that Dominic didn’t go out in the schoolyard like everybody else. He’s always spending breaks in the classroom either reading or just resting his head on the bench when he’s tired. I think he feels safer protected by the four walls and among people he knows. I’ve tried convincing him to join me and Chris countless times, but he’s always apologizing.
I feel a secret power racing through my veins and decide that I won’t let him get away this time. He needs to spend some time among people, especially among people who would never ridicule him and people who… care about him.
“So, will you get an A+ at this test?” I ask grinning.
“Yeah, right,” he giggles as he looks up from the book he’s reading.
“Hey Dominic, don’t you want to come outside? We have this free period and look, the weather’s so sunny!” I invite him excitedly, pointing to the world swimming in gold light outside the walls.
“No, I’ll just stay here,” he mumbles, returning to his reading material.
“Oh, come on!” I whine. “That book can wait! I thought you like spending time with your brother…” I pout and fold my arms, even though I feel a tiny bit guilty for manipulating him like this.
Although I accepted him as part of the family a long time ago, I’ve never called him my brother before. A blush creeps from his neck to his face and ears and I even forget to breathe when he looks in my eyes. There’s so much emotion in them, so many thoughts and feelings which can’t be verbalized that I feel my heart kindled by his rich inner world.
“I do,” he says quietly, and my smile widens when closes the book.
“I assure you, Dominic, fresh air will do you good!” I say cheekily, opening the door and giving way to him.
“If you say so…” Dominic walks to the exit, but he turns to add with a shy smile playing on his lips: “brother.”
It’s my turn to blush; I don’t think I’ve ever felt this overwhelmed by warm affection for somebody. It’s uplifting at the same time, I have the feeling I grew a pair of wings and I could flit around free from care.
We step out in the schoolyard, a movement which feels like striding across an invisible barrier. I buy a pack of biscuits and we munch on them while strolling around and watching the smaller children play football. In a few minutes we head to a bench under a huge oak tree to sit down on it. Dominic chooses to take seat at the end of it, but I slide closer to him, even though I know he feels a bit uncomfortable about our proximity. I distract him by telling funny stories about family holidays. It’s also a good occasion to retail him the good news Mum told me in the morning:
“By the way… it seems we have to pack soon. Our folks want to go to the seaside for the mini-vacation we have in two weeks.”
“Really? I’ve never been to the seaside!” Dominic exclaims, obviously very happy by the nice surprise.
I have to admit it is a great idea, although I hope the twins will leave me alone and find another subject to terrorize. For example, two years ago they put a jellyfish in my swimming trunks. Eww, it still makes me shiver. Talk about fucked up childhood and its effect on you…
“Hey, how are you, guys?” Chris approaches us, smiling broadly.
“Just chilling,” I say lazily and pat the small place beside me: “Come and join us!”
Hearing my proposal to Chris, Dominic wants to get up, thinking that there’s no place for the three of us. Luckily Chris saves the situation before I panic: he assures Dominic that we can sit comfortably. Honestly, I don’t know why I feel excited about sitting closer to the blonde, but I can’t deny the warmness that spreads in me as our shoulders bump into each other.
Chris doesn’t even know the huge favour he’s doing for me when he tells us the reason for his sneaky appearance: he should have taken a test in this period, but he decided to play truant because he didn’t learn anything. This story leads him to other funny school stories and with every laugh, Dominic grows more and more relaxed. I find myself laughing at his cute giggling rather than at Chris’ tales.
Bellamy, you are about to cross a dangerous territory. I warn myself and I rise to my feet hoping that the lack of contact will dissipate the confusion in my head. I kick a small stone and watch it roll until a heap of fallen leaves halts its further movement. I lift my eyes from the dull concrete to the colourful pile and I fling myself into the soft mixture of gold, rusty and the whole palette of warm colours. Dominic and Chris look baffled at me, but they soon start laughing with me as I “swim” in the sea of foliage.
In a few moments the two boys join me and I see that they are dying of curiosity to experience this game of autumnal smell. Chris decides to tickle me to death and he laughs heartily as I shrill while Dominic gathers a handful of leaves and throws it in the air. He repeats the motion and his grey agate eyes are wide with amazement as they follow the floating leaves. I mirror him and soon Chris starts doing the same, three pairs of hands throwing dry pieces of “rust” in the pure air. I feel so happy and content that I could embrace the whole word in this glorious moment when we laugh together. However, we are forced to stop abruptly when Chris notices his form teacher on the other side of the road, therefore he has to cut and run.
My chest heaves from the effort and I remark that Dominic is panting as well. We grin from ear to ear as our eyes meet, the blush of his cheeks making my heart swell with elation. Suddenly, he reaches out and takes a wandering leaf out of my tousled hair so tenderly that I can’t help but let him captivate me while my heart is melting.
The whole world could shout at me and I wouldn’t hear it over my ceaseless heartbeat pealing the extraordinary feeling that’s growing inside me. It is said that love is born only in spring together with the fresh wildflowers, but I have to contradict it with my own example. Oh Dominic, autumn is the perfect time to fall in love; it can be your second spring if you want, a period of renascence.
There, in the schoolyard, under the centennial oak tree, with its fallen leaves around us, in the gentle sunlight with your fingers briefly touching my hair, I realise I’ve entangled myself in your mysterious aura.
Dominic Howard, I’m officially enamoured of you.
Here is the beautiful artwork <3 Click for big version.
Title: Silently I Dream of You - Chapter 6. Renascence
Beta: the wonderful ms_belle10
Pairing: BellDom
Rating: PG/PG13
Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.
Summary: Series based on this prompt from mkmeme : Belldom, teen!Muse.
Matt's parents are constantly adopting foster kids. Matthew doesn't normally get along with them, often feeling left out that his parents don't spend as much time with their biological son as they should. However, one day, Matthew's parents bring home Dom, a 15/16 year old (same age as Matt) who Matt begins to become attracted to, even though the world and 'their' parents regard them as brothers.
Feedback: would be lovely. Please, leave me a few words if you have time. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse or any other band/song/lyrics mentioned in this story. I don't make any profit. However, the story is mine, so don't steal, please!
Author's note: This is one of my favourite chapters, so I hope you'll like my Easter present! <3 Moreover, we even have a beautiful artwork for the last scene, made by darthtofu . Thank you SO much, it's absolutely stunning!
Songs for this chapter: Good Enough - Evanescence and Beautiful Eyes - Taylor Swift . You can find the whole soundtrack list HERE.
Beautiful banner made by starlight_myth <333
Previous parts: Chapter 1. | Chapter 2. | Chapter 3. | Chapter 4. | Chapter 5.
Silently I Dream of You
Chapter 6. Renascence
I am not surprised when I hear Dominic’s muffled cries after we go to bed. Of course, he waited half an hour or so, thinking that I had already nodded off. The visit to the cemetery perturbed him deeply, with old, suppressed feelings gushing forth from the depths of his suffering heart. My first reflex is to get out of my bed and console him, but I know that those tears are more than just salty drops of water, they are keepers of bad memories, and therefore, they have to be let out. I have a lump in my throat, but eventually the quiet sobs lull us both to sleep.
* * * * *
The next morning I’m thinking over the matter again while munching absentmindedly on my breakfast, wondering if I should have taken action or not. I bawl Robert out when he kicks my shin; I really hate it that I can’t have a calm moment because of them. My voice fades when Dominic enters the kitchen with puffy, red eyes. It might seem a bit unusual, but his presence always prompts me to be silent and peaceful, anything beyond it seems useless. I promise myself to be nicer to my brothers and don’t let myself get steamed up so easily. Dominic sits at the table, drawing random patterns on its surface. I put a mug of hot chocolate in front of him and his face lights up as we look at each other. I read that it’s good to consume chocolate in the morning because it raises the level of happiness hormones in your body, so I make one for myself as well.
* * * * *
School wasn’t that bad, but tomorrow we have a tough test, so unfortunately the whole afternoon will be dedicated to learning. Dad, who’s reading in the other corner of the room, overhears my conversation with Dominic and encourages us to hurry and review as much as we can. Before going upstairs, Mum arrives home with lots of heavy-looking shopping bags.
“Ah, my beautiful boys! Help me with these, will you?”
She is so chirpy, bursting with joy and telling us about the great deals she made while unpacking. Finally, she hands Dominic a small box. Dominic opens it excitedly, and just as I thought, Mum bought him a mobile phone. He really needs one; my parents agreed after the events with Gregory that a phone is absolutely indispensable.
“Oh boys, I also bought something for myself, I’d like to show it to you!” Mum exclaims and winks in Dad’s direction, but he doesn’t notice it. I make a disapproving face.
Meanwhile, I sit closer to Dominic and we both admire the shiny, black device; he asks me to set it up for him, which I finish in a few minutes.
“So… how do I look?” Mum asks as she enters the room wearing a gorgeous dark blue dress.
She looks stunning as she pirouettes in front of us and I whistle to show my appreciation. I don’t think I’ve seen her wearing such dresses on more than two or three occasions, so I compliment her, Dominic nodding in agreement. I cast a side glance at Dad, but he keeps reading the bloody newspaper! I clear my throat, hoping that it would attract his attention, but my attempt remains abortive. Mum gulps and averts her eyes from his ignorant posture; I can see tears gathering in those unmistakable blue orbs, but she stifles them by blinking repeatedly.
“I hope you’ll wear it at my wedding,” I crack a joke to lighten the tense mood, and Mum giggles, forgetting momentarily about the moron sitting in the corner of the room. You can call me impertinent, but I have my reasons to call him that; he’s offended Mum several times and I hate to see her suffering.
I look at Dominic, who’s biting his lower lip deep in thought and probably wondering why Dad acts like this. As soon as he notices my look, he turns his head in the direction of the stairs and I nod assent. Holding the phone tightly in his fist, Dominic goes to our room, followed by me. Even though studying isn’t to our heart’s content, we leaf through books and notebooks diligently.
Since time immemorial, I’ve been a nervous person. I can’t stand still, not even for two minutes, so it’s a bit annoying to others that I squirm a lot while studying. I tap my fingers, play with my hair, lie on my back then turn on my stomach or chew the end of my pen. That’s why I always learn by myself because I peeve everybody with my fidgeting, but Dominic seems immune to it. How can he concentrate so much and not get distracted by the sharpener, the rounded tip of the pencil or I don’t know, by the interesting patterns on the bedcovers? I guess my mind just enjoys running wild with diverse thoughts too much.
Soon, a devilish plan crosses my mind. I reach for my phone secretly and send the following message to Dominic (whose number I have previously memorized) while stifling my giggles:
“Chemistry is for dorkies, it’s awful and boring. But you’re not one, ey? Though I’m sure you’ll get an A. :D”
A few seconds later the beeping sound of the phone shakes Dominic from his deep concentration. He looks at the tiny screen and snickers loudly, muffling the sounds with a hand against his mouth. I notice a hint of confusion in his expression; he’s probably wondering who sent the silly message. Dominic asks me if I know the number and I say that it’s Mum’s. He would believe it, but I can’t help bursting out laughing, with Dominic and I both weeping tears of joy in the end. I’m not sure, but I think I glimpsed Mum passing in front of our room’s door, smiling contentedly.
* * * * *
The world seems so much more beautiful after you get rid of the burden of a difficult test! I’m quite pleased with myself; I think I’ll get a good mark thanks to Dominic, who helped me yesterday afternoon. Chemistry isn’t rocket science anymore for me!
I stretch myself as I hear the bell ringing and grab my pocket money in order to buy some snacks. Luckily, we have a free period to rest our tired minds and enjoy the last sunny days, not only of October, but of this year as well. However, I notice that Dominic didn’t go out in the schoolyard like everybody else. He’s always spending breaks in the classroom either reading or just resting his head on the bench when he’s tired. I think he feels safer protected by the four walls and among people he knows. I’ve tried convincing him to join me and Chris countless times, but he’s always apologizing.
I feel a secret power racing through my veins and decide that I won’t let him get away this time. He needs to spend some time among people, especially among people who would never ridicule him and people who… care about him.
“So, will you get an A+ at this test?” I ask grinning.
“Yeah, right,” he giggles as he looks up from the book he’s reading.
“Hey Dominic, don’t you want to come outside? We have this free period and look, the weather’s so sunny!” I invite him excitedly, pointing to the world swimming in gold light outside the walls.
“No, I’ll just stay here,” he mumbles, returning to his reading material.
“Oh, come on!” I whine. “That book can wait! I thought you like spending time with your brother…” I pout and fold my arms, even though I feel a tiny bit guilty for manipulating him like this.
Although I accepted him as part of the family a long time ago, I’ve never called him my brother before. A blush creeps from his neck to his face and ears and I even forget to breathe when he looks in my eyes. There’s so much emotion in them, so many thoughts and feelings which can’t be verbalized that I feel my heart kindled by his rich inner world.
“I do,” he says quietly, and my smile widens when closes the book.
“I assure you, Dominic, fresh air will do you good!” I say cheekily, opening the door and giving way to him.
“If you say so…” Dominic walks to the exit, but he turns to add with a shy smile playing on his lips: “brother.”
It’s my turn to blush; I don’t think I’ve ever felt this overwhelmed by warm affection for somebody. It’s uplifting at the same time, I have the feeling I grew a pair of wings and I could flit around free from care.
We step out in the schoolyard, a movement which feels like striding across an invisible barrier. I buy a pack of biscuits and we munch on them while strolling around and watching the smaller children play football. In a few minutes we head to a bench under a huge oak tree to sit down on it. Dominic chooses to take seat at the end of it, but I slide closer to him, even though I know he feels a bit uncomfortable about our proximity. I distract him by telling funny stories about family holidays. It’s also a good occasion to retail him the good news Mum told me in the morning:
“By the way… it seems we have to pack soon. Our folks want to go to the seaside for the mini-vacation we have in two weeks.”
“Really? I’ve never been to the seaside!” Dominic exclaims, obviously very happy by the nice surprise.
I have to admit it is a great idea, although I hope the twins will leave me alone and find another subject to terrorize. For example, two years ago they put a jellyfish in my swimming trunks. Eww, it still makes me shiver. Talk about fucked up childhood and its effect on you…
“Hey, how are you, guys?” Chris approaches us, smiling broadly.
“Just chilling,” I say lazily and pat the small place beside me: “Come and join us!”
Hearing my proposal to Chris, Dominic wants to get up, thinking that there’s no place for the three of us. Luckily Chris saves the situation before I panic: he assures Dominic that we can sit comfortably. Honestly, I don’t know why I feel excited about sitting closer to the blonde, but I can’t deny the warmness that spreads in me as our shoulders bump into each other.
Chris doesn’t even know the huge favour he’s doing for me when he tells us the reason for his sneaky appearance: he should have taken a test in this period, but he decided to play truant because he didn’t learn anything. This story leads him to other funny school stories and with every laugh, Dominic grows more and more relaxed. I find myself laughing at his cute giggling rather than at Chris’ tales.
Bellamy, you are about to cross a dangerous territory. I warn myself and I rise to my feet hoping that the lack of contact will dissipate the confusion in my head. I kick a small stone and watch it roll until a heap of fallen leaves halts its further movement. I lift my eyes from the dull concrete to the colourful pile and I fling myself into the soft mixture of gold, rusty and the whole palette of warm colours. Dominic and Chris look baffled at me, but they soon start laughing with me as I “swim” in the sea of foliage.
In a few moments the two boys join me and I see that they are dying of curiosity to experience this game of autumnal smell. Chris decides to tickle me to death and he laughs heartily as I shrill while Dominic gathers a handful of leaves and throws it in the air. He repeats the motion and his grey agate eyes are wide with amazement as they follow the floating leaves. I mirror him and soon Chris starts doing the same, three pairs of hands throwing dry pieces of “rust” in the pure air. I feel so happy and content that I could embrace the whole word in this glorious moment when we laugh together. However, we are forced to stop abruptly when Chris notices his form teacher on the other side of the road, therefore he has to cut and run.
My chest heaves from the effort and I remark that Dominic is panting as well. We grin from ear to ear as our eyes meet, the blush of his cheeks making my heart swell with elation. Suddenly, he reaches out and takes a wandering leaf out of my tousled hair so tenderly that I can’t help but let him captivate me while my heart is melting.
The whole world could shout at me and I wouldn’t hear it over my ceaseless heartbeat pealing the extraordinary feeling that’s growing inside me. It is said that love is born only in spring together with the fresh wildflowers, but I have to contradict it with my own example. Oh Dominic, autumn is the perfect time to fall in love; it can be your second spring if you want, a period of renascence.
There, in the schoolyard, under the centennial oak tree, with its fallen leaves around us, in the gentle sunlight with your fingers briefly touching my hair, I realise I’ve entangled myself in your mysterious aura.
Dominic Howard, I’m officially enamoured of you.
Here is the beautiful artwork <3 Click for big version.