Someone Special - Part 9.
Title: Someone Special part 9. Wishes in the Air
Author:
thekeyholder (Brigi)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Beta: The lovely
ms_belle10 :) Thank you! :)
Summary: Is there such a thing as destiny? Do you believe in dreams? Dom and Matt dream about each other, yet they don't know anything about the person they spend their nighttime with. Is a meeting in real life possible?
Feedback: would be lovely if you have some time! <3
Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.
Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse or any of the songs mentioned in this story, but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal, please!
Author's note: The idea for this story crossed my mind when I heard the beautiful song Someone Special by Poets of the Fall for the first time.
This is the part which contains the dream based on the element AIR. Please listen to the song Fly Away by Alexander Veljanov (many thanks to mahados for the lovely video!!!). Thank you to my readers. <3
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Someone Special - part 9. Wishes in the Air
DOMINIC
With a steaming cup of tea in my hand, I contemplate the city, which is about to wake up from its slumber. From above, I watch the first workers as they hurry to factories and I notice that they are morose and tired, smiling long forgotten in their morning ritual. I feel like a scientist monitoring an alien species, placidly accepting the facts I’m discovering.
People forgot dreaming; they forgot to live the life they should be living. Now, when they look at the sky, they think about the satellites that make their modern living easier, ignoring the stars that still shine mysteriously, as they did hundreds of light years before as well. Now, if they are looking at their “friends”, they see an opportunity to climb higher on the social ladder. I wonder what they see when they look at their “lover”…an accessory with which to show off? A substitute for the emptiness which should be filled with real feelings? An object to fulfill their superficial needs?
It’s sad, but we forgot to dream.
MATTHEW
You know those days when everything you start doing ends in catastrophe? Or, when everything goes amiss? This day is one of those. I woke up and on my way to the bathroom I accidentally kicked the leg of a cabinet. Well, the awful pain definitely woke me up and the bruise was visible in a few minutes on my pale skin. Then, I cut myself while shaving and so on. I almost missed the train, too. I feel bad for leaving Horatio at home, but I have to work. He was sleeping so peacefully when I entered his room this morning!
I put back the book he got from Dominic on his nightstand and watched him for a minute. Yes, I borrowed Hamlet for a bit, just to look at the curvy letters and bury my nose in it, imagining that besides the smell of paper, Dominic’s musky perfume was lingering, too. I know it sounds crazy, but just imagining that his fingers touched that book makes me feel closer to him. At the same time, it also causes me pain that we missed each other, as if this unfortunate twist of events burnt a hole in the middle of my heart. I’m talking nonsense; it must be a muscle contraction.
Luckily, I have lots of paperwork to do and it keeps my mind busy to some extent, and I’m only interrupted by some remarks from Mr. John.
“Good thing that they changed the location for the book fair, right?” he asks. “After last year’s catastrophe…”
I nod in agreement. You see, the book fair was held in a huge tent last year and an unexpected, disastrous storm ruined it. I remember that I was talking with some professors when Mr. John interrupted, saying he wanted to present one of the main organizers from the library, but it never happened since right in that moment lightning struck a tree beside the tent. A bright flash, a blonde head turning away…hang on…
Mr. John gets ready to leave for a conference and while putting on his coat, he tells me:
“Shame that you couldn’t stay longer yesterday; that young man who helped in the organization last year was there too. Oh well, there’s always a next time!” he lifts his hand as he exits the office cheerfully, leaving me gasping for air.
The book fair last year. That’s where I saw Dominic; the book fair! That stupid storm had to start right then. Oh, destiny, you cruel thing! In my mind, I replay that scene with the lightning and Dominic turning his head, his eyes stopping for a millisecond on my face before turning away…I wish there were more details I could remember, but all I can recall is that blurry scene. Okay, I need a tea break or I’ll end up stabbing myself with a pen.
DOMINIC
I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel uncomfortable. There’s a ball of nervousness in my stomach, a dark feeling as if something bad is going to happen. I really have no idea why, though; everything is fine in the library and I felt okay all day. Maybe it’s not me. I should call Mum and check if everything is all right with her. Maybe I am too stressed with work; I should try meditation.
MATTHEW
I wasn’t good for anything after I realised where I saw Dominic for the first time and all the opportunities I missed since. Just imagine if Mr. John had presented him last year at the book fair…we would have chatted about our favourite books all day and we would have exchanged phone numbers. We’d meet on different occasions and we’d have lunch together, both of us attracted to the other…and then maybe I’d invite Dom to the cinema or to a nice play, and after that we’d go for a walk and I’d show him stars and constellations, their soft light reflected in his big eyes and our lips would finally be united.
Again, I’m staring blankly at my computer screen, making up impossible scenarios in my mind and cutting my heart into pieces. Why do we like to hurt ourselves? I don’t know; it must be human nature. I continue doing nothing for another hour until I finally go home. I walk dispiritedly in the streets, my legs heavy. I just feel so tired and want to lie down and cry over my misery. No, that’s not exactly what I want, but that’s all I can get.
What I want is impossible…warm fingers caressing my hair, fingers belonging to the man with the most beautiful smile in the world…a hug and then a kiss on my forehead, promising a brighter tomorrow. I get on the train automatically and I try to turn off my brain, but it’s not that easy. I mean, I have been voluntarily forcing it to come up with theories and try to solve the mysteries of the universe, but those do not affect my heart. Emotions, however…I think that’s why I shun the matters of the heart; I just don’t know how to handle them.
I finally arrive home, place the keys in the bowl beside the door, and I kind of expect Horatio to run towards me, but instead, a distressing silence is dominating the house.
“Mum?” I call out, but no answer comes.
I go directly to Horatio’s room, but he’s not there, nor are his things.
“Hi, Matt. I didn’t hear you coming,” Mum says from the threshold, stifling a yawn.
She was probably napping.
“Mum, where’s Horatio?” I ask, the bad feeling still persisting.
“Oh, I thought you talked with your brother. They came back earlier and took him home,” she says with genuine surprise while all my hope vanishes.
I sit down on the bed and hide my face in my hands.
“I’m sorry, dear. I wanted to tell you, but Paul said he’d do it later. He called me at around ten o’clock and they arrived here less than an hour later. We barely had time to pack Horatio’s things.” She sits beside me and puts her hand on my back. “Don’t be so sad, Matthew, you can visit them on the weekend.”
I nod, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I know. I just had a hard day, Mum.”
“I’ll prepare you some dinner and you can go to bed early, if you want to.”
“Sounds good. Thanks, Mum,” I mumble and follow her to the kitchen.
* * * * *
After dinner and some chitchat with Mum, I can finally retreat to my room. I have the urge to slam the door, but I’m not a teenager anymore. I remember that as a teenager, I always wreaked my anger on my stuff and yelled, but right now I don’t feel that kind of anger; anyway, now I wouldn’t react so impetuously. I change into my pyjamas and crawl into my bed, knowing well what will follow.
The dull pain slowly changes into something really unpleasant when disappointment joins in, too. After the realisation about Dom and last year’s book fair, I just wanted to get home and hug Horatio, but my dear brother took away my only consolation! I couldn’t even say goodbye to him. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this down. Did you know even pain has its measure? It’s called a dol and you measure it with a dolorimeter. I know it measures external pain, but I don’t doubt that this pressure in my chest is any less real.
I let my tears flow freely, something that I’d normally never allow. I try to be strong every day and keep a brave face, but it’s getting harder and harder. I wish there was someone beside me who would offer me a hug in difficult times and who’d assure me that everything will be fine. I bet people think I’m an insensitive workaholic, but believe me, appearances can be deceiving. For example, did you know that lemons contain more sugar than oranges? Or that the Hundred Years’ War actually lasted 116 years? So, don’t judge by appearances. I’m a weak man, the weakest of all, and I will cry myself to sleep.
DOMINIC
The bad feeling persists and I don’t know its cause. I light two white candles and an incense stick to help me calm my nerves and fall into a deep meditative state. A breath in, a breath out and my pulse slows down naturally. The world around me fades away into a translucent greyness until I can only hear a faint buzz in my ears and then my mind is clear.
From above, I watch Matthew walking on a street. Suddenly, he falls into an abyss that wasn’t there before. The scene is repeated after a while and I realise I’m in Matt’s dream and he’s just had one of those unpleasant moments when you wake up from sleep as if you just fell from a high place. He must be really stressed because his dream is about to happen again, but I somehow manage to be there in the next moment and catch him by his left arm before he falls.
“You must be more careful, Matthew.” I look at him empathetically and smile.
“You’re here…you caught me,” he breathes heavily. “Thanks, I really hate this kind of dreams; it feels as if my soul would have suddenly fallen down, back in my body.”
“Well, maybe that’s what happens. But I’m here now and I think you need a relaxing dream. You seem so tense and you also look sad,” I state as I look in Matthew’s tired eyes, the brilliant blue now faded into a greyish tone.
He sighs and prefers to keep his eyes on the road. “I had a very bad day,” he whispers finally, and I touch his face gently, hoping to bring him a bit of comfort.
“Come on, I know a place you’d like,” I say cheerfully.
I grab his hand and we’re in the air; it seems natural and logical. Until I hear Matthew snickering, of course.
“Nice wings!” he says with a wink, unable to stop smirking.
“What?!” I exclaim and that’s when I discover that the reason why we can fly is the huge pair of golden wings on my back. “Hey, watch your mouth! I think they’re pretty. Besides, don’t forget that if you get on my nerves, I might just drop you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I squeeze Matt’s hand gently and he smiles. I’m admiring the sparkle that seems to have returned into his eyes when the sky darkens, making my companion’s stare even more intense. Nuances of purple and blue swirl on the infinite canvas of the sky, the lights of the city below us pulsating with orange. The view is so incredible and the breeze caressing my hair offers a pleasurable feeling. But most importantly, I am incredibly happy that I can share it with Matthew.
The next thing I remember is walking with Matt in an open field. The sun is shining and colourful sparkles seem to float in the air. My companion looks at me and I can hear Matt’s soft voice in my head, thanking me for cheering him up. I want to ask him so many questions, like what upset him, but my tongue is tied and I’m not able to form words. Suddenly, cards are falling from the sky, slightly floating in the lukewarm breeze. We’re both equally baffled, until Matthew reaches out and catches one of these cards. He looks at it and frowns.
“I believe this is a Tarot card,” he states and shows it to me. “The Knight of Swords. The knight kind of looks like you, Dom.”
There’s a knight on a white horse with his sword extended on the card and I’d like to take a closer look, to see if the guy really looks like me, but Matt throws it away and runs a little farther, as if he noticed something.
“Look, Dom, dandelions! I loved them so much as a child! It is said that if you wish for something while blowing away the seeds, your wish will come true!” Matt says enthusiastically and picks one of the flowers. “Amazing plants, they can thrive under the most adverse conditions.”
I must admit that I, too, liked to blow away dandelions as a child, but my fascination with them is nowhere near as great as Matt’s. He takes my hand, looks deeply in my eyes and I watch his lips forming an ‘O’, the air coming from his lungs launching the dandelion seeds. They float around us, carrying the sweetness of Matt’s wishes with them, letting the wind decide their fate. May they arrive on fertile grounds!
I wake up from the weird trance. Even though the vision felt quite long, I don’t think it actually lasted more than a minute. Nevertheless, I hope Matt feels better.
This is the Knight of Sword Tarot card. I chose this card because apparently, the element air is associated with swords in Tarot.
Author:
thekeyholder (Brigi)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Beta: The lovely
ms_belle10 :) Thank you! :)
Summary: Is there such a thing as destiny? Do you believe in dreams? Dom and Matt dream about each other, yet they don't know anything about the person they spend their nighttime with. Is a meeting in real life possible?
Feedback: would be lovely if you have some time! <3
Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.
Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse or any of the songs mentioned in this story, but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal, please!
Author's note: The idea for this story crossed my mind when I heard the beautiful song Someone Special by Poets of the Fall for the first time.
This is the part which contains the dream based on the element AIR. Please listen to the song Fly Away by Alexander Veljanov (many thanks to mahados for the lovely video!!!). Thank you to my readers. <3
Beautiful banner made by
starlight_myth
PART 1. | PART 2. | PART 3. | PART 4. | PART 5. | PART 6. | PART 7. | PART 8.
Someone Special - part 9. Wishes in the Air
DOMINIC
With a steaming cup of tea in my hand, I contemplate the city, which is about to wake up from its slumber. From above, I watch the first workers as they hurry to factories and I notice that they are morose and tired, smiling long forgotten in their morning ritual. I feel like a scientist monitoring an alien species, placidly accepting the facts I’m discovering.
People forgot dreaming; they forgot to live the life they should be living. Now, when they look at the sky, they think about the satellites that make their modern living easier, ignoring the stars that still shine mysteriously, as they did hundreds of light years before as well. Now, if they are looking at their “friends”, they see an opportunity to climb higher on the social ladder. I wonder what they see when they look at their “lover”…an accessory with which to show off? A substitute for the emptiness which should be filled with real feelings? An object to fulfill their superficial needs?
It’s sad, but we forgot to dream.
MATTHEW
You know those days when everything you start doing ends in catastrophe? Or, when everything goes amiss? This day is one of those. I woke up and on my way to the bathroom I accidentally kicked the leg of a cabinet. Well, the awful pain definitely woke me up and the bruise was visible in a few minutes on my pale skin. Then, I cut myself while shaving and so on. I almost missed the train, too. I feel bad for leaving Horatio at home, but I have to work. He was sleeping so peacefully when I entered his room this morning!
I put back the book he got from Dominic on his nightstand and watched him for a minute. Yes, I borrowed Hamlet for a bit, just to look at the curvy letters and bury my nose in it, imagining that besides the smell of paper, Dominic’s musky perfume was lingering, too. I know it sounds crazy, but just imagining that his fingers touched that book makes me feel closer to him. At the same time, it also causes me pain that we missed each other, as if this unfortunate twist of events burnt a hole in the middle of my heart. I’m talking nonsense; it must be a muscle contraction.
Luckily, I have lots of paperwork to do and it keeps my mind busy to some extent, and I’m only interrupted by some remarks from Mr. John.
“Good thing that they changed the location for the book fair, right?” he asks. “After last year’s catastrophe…”
I nod in agreement. You see, the book fair was held in a huge tent last year and an unexpected, disastrous storm ruined it. I remember that I was talking with some professors when Mr. John interrupted, saying he wanted to present one of the main organizers from the library, but it never happened since right in that moment lightning struck a tree beside the tent. A bright flash, a blonde head turning away…hang on…
Mr. John gets ready to leave for a conference and while putting on his coat, he tells me:
“Shame that you couldn’t stay longer yesterday; that young man who helped in the organization last year was there too. Oh well, there’s always a next time!” he lifts his hand as he exits the office cheerfully, leaving me gasping for air.
The book fair last year. That’s where I saw Dominic; the book fair! That stupid storm had to start right then. Oh, destiny, you cruel thing! In my mind, I replay that scene with the lightning and Dominic turning his head, his eyes stopping for a millisecond on my face before turning away…I wish there were more details I could remember, but all I can recall is that blurry scene. Okay, I need a tea break or I’ll end up stabbing myself with a pen.
DOMINIC
I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel uncomfortable. There’s a ball of nervousness in my stomach, a dark feeling as if something bad is going to happen. I really have no idea why, though; everything is fine in the library and I felt okay all day. Maybe it’s not me. I should call Mum and check if everything is all right with her. Maybe I am too stressed with work; I should try meditation.
MATTHEW
I wasn’t good for anything after I realised where I saw Dominic for the first time and all the opportunities I missed since. Just imagine if Mr. John had presented him last year at the book fair…we would have chatted about our favourite books all day and we would have exchanged phone numbers. We’d meet on different occasions and we’d have lunch together, both of us attracted to the other…and then maybe I’d invite Dom to the cinema or to a nice play, and after that we’d go for a walk and I’d show him stars and constellations, their soft light reflected in his big eyes and our lips would finally be united.
Again, I’m staring blankly at my computer screen, making up impossible scenarios in my mind and cutting my heart into pieces. Why do we like to hurt ourselves? I don’t know; it must be human nature. I continue doing nothing for another hour until I finally go home. I walk dispiritedly in the streets, my legs heavy. I just feel so tired and want to lie down and cry over my misery. No, that’s not exactly what I want, but that’s all I can get.
What I want is impossible…warm fingers caressing my hair, fingers belonging to the man with the most beautiful smile in the world…a hug and then a kiss on my forehead, promising a brighter tomorrow. I get on the train automatically and I try to turn off my brain, but it’s not that easy. I mean, I have been voluntarily forcing it to come up with theories and try to solve the mysteries of the universe, but those do not affect my heart. Emotions, however…I think that’s why I shun the matters of the heart; I just don’t know how to handle them.
I finally arrive home, place the keys in the bowl beside the door, and I kind of expect Horatio to run towards me, but instead, a distressing silence is dominating the house.
“Mum?” I call out, but no answer comes.
I go directly to Horatio’s room, but he’s not there, nor are his things.
“Hi, Matt. I didn’t hear you coming,” Mum says from the threshold, stifling a yawn.
She was probably napping.
“Mum, where’s Horatio?” I ask, the bad feeling still persisting.
“Oh, I thought you talked with your brother. They came back earlier and took him home,” she says with genuine surprise while all my hope vanishes.
I sit down on the bed and hide my face in my hands.
“I’m sorry, dear. I wanted to tell you, but Paul said he’d do it later. He called me at around ten o’clock and they arrived here less than an hour later. We barely had time to pack Horatio’s things.” She sits beside me and puts her hand on my back. “Don’t be so sad, Matthew, you can visit them on the weekend.”
I nod, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I know. I just had a hard day, Mum.”
“I’ll prepare you some dinner and you can go to bed early, if you want to.”
“Sounds good. Thanks, Mum,” I mumble and follow her to the kitchen.
* * * * *
After dinner and some chitchat with Mum, I can finally retreat to my room. I have the urge to slam the door, but I’m not a teenager anymore. I remember that as a teenager, I always wreaked my anger on my stuff and yelled, but right now I don’t feel that kind of anger; anyway, now I wouldn’t react so impetuously. I change into my pyjamas and crawl into my bed, knowing well what will follow.
The dull pain slowly changes into something really unpleasant when disappointment joins in, too. After the realisation about Dom and last year’s book fair, I just wanted to get home and hug Horatio, but my dear brother took away my only consolation! I couldn’t even say goodbye to him. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this down. Did you know even pain has its measure? It’s called a dol and you measure it with a dolorimeter. I know it measures external pain, but I don’t doubt that this pressure in my chest is any less real.
I let my tears flow freely, something that I’d normally never allow. I try to be strong every day and keep a brave face, but it’s getting harder and harder. I wish there was someone beside me who would offer me a hug in difficult times and who’d assure me that everything will be fine. I bet people think I’m an insensitive workaholic, but believe me, appearances can be deceiving. For example, did you know that lemons contain more sugar than oranges? Or that the Hundred Years’ War actually lasted 116 years? So, don’t judge by appearances. I’m a weak man, the weakest of all, and I will cry myself to sleep.
DOMINIC
The bad feeling persists and I don’t know its cause. I light two white candles and an incense stick to help me calm my nerves and fall into a deep meditative state. A breath in, a breath out and my pulse slows down naturally. The world around me fades away into a translucent greyness until I can only hear a faint buzz in my ears and then my mind is clear.
From above, I watch Matthew walking on a street. Suddenly, he falls into an abyss that wasn’t there before. The scene is repeated after a while and I realise I’m in Matt’s dream and he’s just had one of those unpleasant moments when you wake up from sleep as if you just fell from a high place. He must be really stressed because his dream is about to happen again, but I somehow manage to be there in the next moment and catch him by his left arm before he falls.
“You must be more careful, Matthew.” I look at him empathetically and smile.
“You’re here…you caught me,” he breathes heavily. “Thanks, I really hate this kind of dreams; it feels as if my soul would have suddenly fallen down, back in my body.”
“Well, maybe that’s what happens. But I’m here now and I think you need a relaxing dream. You seem so tense and you also look sad,” I state as I look in Matthew’s tired eyes, the brilliant blue now faded into a greyish tone.
He sighs and prefers to keep his eyes on the road. “I had a very bad day,” he whispers finally, and I touch his face gently, hoping to bring him a bit of comfort.
“Come on, I know a place you’d like,” I say cheerfully.
I grab his hand and we’re in the air; it seems natural and logical. Until I hear Matthew snickering, of course.
“Nice wings!” he says with a wink, unable to stop smirking.
“What?!” I exclaim and that’s when I discover that the reason why we can fly is the huge pair of golden wings on my back. “Hey, watch your mouth! I think they’re pretty. Besides, don’t forget that if you get on my nerves, I might just drop you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I squeeze Matt’s hand gently and he smiles. I’m admiring the sparkle that seems to have returned into his eyes when the sky darkens, making my companion’s stare even more intense. Nuances of purple and blue swirl on the infinite canvas of the sky, the lights of the city below us pulsating with orange. The view is so incredible and the breeze caressing my hair offers a pleasurable feeling. But most importantly, I am incredibly happy that I can share it with Matthew.
The next thing I remember is walking with Matt in an open field. The sun is shining and colourful sparkles seem to float in the air. My companion looks at me and I can hear Matt’s soft voice in my head, thanking me for cheering him up. I want to ask him so many questions, like what upset him, but my tongue is tied and I’m not able to form words. Suddenly, cards are falling from the sky, slightly floating in the lukewarm breeze. We’re both equally baffled, until Matthew reaches out and catches one of these cards. He looks at it and frowns.
“I believe this is a Tarot card,” he states and shows it to me. “The Knight of Swords. The knight kind of looks like you, Dom.”
There’s a knight on a white horse with his sword extended on the card and I’d like to take a closer look, to see if the guy really looks like me, but Matt throws it away and runs a little farther, as if he noticed something.
“Look, Dom, dandelions! I loved them so much as a child! It is said that if you wish for something while blowing away the seeds, your wish will come true!” Matt says enthusiastically and picks one of the flowers. “Amazing plants, they can thrive under the most adverse conditions.”
I must admit that I, too, liked to blow away dandelions as a child, but my fascination with them is nowhere near as great as Matt’s. He takes my hand, looks deeply in my eyes and I watch his lips forming an ‘O’, the air coming from his lungs launching the dandelion seeds. They float around us, carrying the sweetness of Matt’s wishes with them, letting the wind decide their fate. May they arrive on fertile grounds!
I wake up from the weird trance. Even though the vision felt quite long, I don’t think it actually lasted more than a minute. Nevertheless, I hope Matt feels better.
This is the Knight of Sword Tarot card. I chose this card because apparently, the element air is associated with swords in Tarot.
