Considering what was posted at painted_whiskey today... You lot want to say anything to me? Now's your chance, as I don't like to talk about that much.

Being as it's my last fucking nights of freedom and all that, and we've currently enough alcohol to please even an army of angry, hostile Andy's, I bring you...

( Stupid Questions From Dom )

I’m waiting to wake up.As his fingers scratch my back, tracing a path across my spine that makes me shiver. As he presses a kiss to my forehead before breakfast or the first cigarette, morning breath tickling my nose. As the rain trickles down the window and I grasp at his shoulders, edged on by each gasp or moan I can draw from his lips. As he ( Read more... )

The taste of alcohol still burned in his mouth, but not as much as his shaking hands when they scraped against the hard brick of the building. Dom kissed the man from the pub, whose name he had already forgotten. But it wasn’t Billy, which was all that mattered. He didn’t taste faintly of whiskey or cigarettes purchased across the street from the ( Read more... )

I hear that these two blond girls have already spammed your journals several times tonight, but I thought I'd see if anyone had any questions for me. About anything at all.

-Dom

( Photos of Billy )

( Dom/Orlando flashback ficlet )

I love Christmas. And not just for the pressies (they gave me a playstation. Fuck. I need Elijah here, not my brother! I can beat him), or the phone calls every day from Billy. ;) But those are nice as well. It's nice seeing my family, and knowing I eventually get to leave them again. Was more fun last year when Doodle came, but Billy will be here ( Read more... )