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I HAVE SUCCUMBED. Actually I succumbed long ago...
Title: King of the Air
Fandom: LOTRips. Don't look at me that way.
Pairing: BB/EW
Rating: PG13
Summary: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
contrelamontre's 'air' challenge. To quote: 'People usually associate air with a kind of light, uplifting, dreamy feel.'
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King of the Air
Elijah does beautiful things for people and sometimes, when people do beautiful things for him, he feels like he deserves it. It's a nice feeling, and it doesn't matter whether he's doing more for them, or they're doing more for him, because this isn't about quantity. And it's funny how that works, isn't it? You don't give a damn because you do, you really do.
Elijah starts comparing this epiphany to a passage in ‘Othello’, and this is where Billy tunes out. Elijah’s great, really, but you give him a beer or two and he just goes on and on and on.
They're in Elijah’s car but they're not driving, which is good, because Billy’s somewhat tipsy and Elijah’s a little more than tipsy. Command either of them to drive home, Billy thinks, and they'll be driving into street signs and late night joggers like all the world's a pinball game and everything else is part of a conspiracy to trigger the TILT sign.
The top is down and they're both in the back seat, staring at the inky blueblackness. The air is warm but not suffocating. They're in a parking lot of some LA convenience store, or strip mall, something. Something where the parking lot stretches on for fucking ever. The kind where you'd feel kind of reluctant about crossing it from one corner to another if it's not broad daylight. But here they are in the middle of the parking lot at night, he's got beer, Elijah’s on stream-of-consciousness mode, and life seems okay.
Billy makes a comment about the parking lot thing, and Elijah says, "You ever heard about the streets of America being paved with gold?"
"What? Yeah, I have."
"But they're not."
"I'm aware …"
"But the immigrants used to say that. Didn't they? I think. But," says Elijah, "America is not paved with gold because it's already paved with parking lots."
Billy smiles. It's a 'what the hell?' kind of smile.
"And then you'd be right," says Elijah.
"What?" Billy backtracks. One of these days he's going to pop a nerve trying to hold a drunken conversation with Elijah. "What, about the… the parking lots stretching forever?"
"Yeah. An America of parking lots." There’s another nerve-popping moment and suddenly they're talking about: "Hey, I've started writing songs..." and maybe it's that Billy has had enough of the psychobabble that he leans over and kisses Elijah. He kisses Elijah and laughs, because Elijah’s brain hasn't yet caught up. With Billy’s lips on his, Elijah is still talking, sounding vaguely confused, "Because I've been listening to a lot of, um, acoustic... stuff... lately... and..."
Or at least Billy thinks that's what he's saying. He's stopped listening at this point.
"Like, uh, Damien Rice?" says Elijah, and the words are muffled against Billy’s mouth. "Or… and that guy… with the music video where..."
Billy breaks the kiss and there’s the smile again. It’s the same ‘what the hell’ smile. "Jesus, don't you ever..."
"What?" says Elijah.
And Billy just kisses him again. For a second it seems like Elijah’s still out of it, but something must have clicked somewhere in Frodo Baggins’s head because Elijah starts kissing back.
And Billy thinks, Finally…
They're both trying to get into a comfortable horizontal position and really, it should be as easy as it sounds, but it's not. Billy has one hand in Elijah's hair, the other pushing up Elijah's shirt. Elijah's right hand is curled around Billy's neck, the left still holding a beer. It’s some brand he doesn't usually drink, and Elijah said he doesn't usually drink either, but they both agreed that the beer can had a nice design and so bought a pack anyway.
It feels like they're trying to do forty different things at once and it’s no wonder that Billy spills his beer.
"Ah. Shit, sorry."
"Fuck beer, man," says Elijah.
"Yeah."
"Totally."
"Fuck beer," says Billy.
"Fuck b-mmph..."
[end.]
Fandom: LOTRips. Don't look at me that way.
Pairing: BB/EW
Rating: PG13
Summary: For
contrelamontre's 'air' challenge. To quote: 'People usually associate air with a kind of light, uplifting, dreamy feel.'King of the Air
Elijah does beautiful things for people and sometimes, when people do beautiful things for him, he feels like he deserves it. It's a nice feeling, and it doesn't matter whether he's doing more for them, or they're doing more for him, because this isn't about quantity. And it's funny how that works, isn't it? You don't give a damn because you do, you really do.
Elijah starts comparing this epiphany to a passage in ‘Othello’, and this is where Billy tunes out. Elijah’s great, really, but you give him a beer or two and he just goes on and on and on.
They're in Elijah’s car but they're not driving, which is good, because Billy’s somewhat tipsy and Elijah’s a little more than tipsy. Command either of them to drive home, Billy thinks, and they'll be driving into street signs and late night joggers like all the world's a pinball game and everything else is part of a conspiracy to trigger the TILT sign.
The top is down and they're both in the back seat, staring at the inky blueblackness. The air is warm but not suffocating. They're in a parking lot of some LA convenience store, or strip mall, something. Something where the parking lot stretches on for fucking ever. The kind where you'd feel kind of reluctant about crossing it from one corner to another if it's not broad daylight. But here they are in the middle of the parking lot at night, he's got beer, Elijah’s on stream-of-consciousness mode, and life seems okay.
Billy makes a comment about the parking lot thing, and Elijah says, "You ever heard about the streets of America being paved with gold?"
"What? Yeah, I have."
"But they're not."
"I'm aware …"
"But the immigrants used to say that. Didn't they? I think. But," says Elijah, "America is not paved with gold because it's already paved with parking lots."
Billy smiles. It's a 'what the hell?' kind of smile.
"And then you'd be right," says Elijah.
"What?" Billy backtracks. One of these days he's going to pop a nerve trying to hold a drunken conversation with Elijah. "What, about the… the parking lots stretching forever?"
"Yeah. An America of parking lots." There’s another nerve-popping moment and suddenly they're talking about: "Hey, I've started writing songs..." and maybe it's that Billy has had enough of the psychobabble that he leans over and kisses Elijah. He kisses Elijah and laughs, because Elijah’s brain hasn't yet caught up. With Billy’s lips on his, Elijah is still talking, sounding vaguely confused, "Because I've been listening to a lot of, um, acoustic... stuff... lately... and..."
Or at least Billy thinks that's what he's saying. He's stopped listening at this point.
"Like, uh, Damien Rice?" says Elijah, and the words are muffled against Billy’s mouth. "Or… and that guy… with the music video where..."
Billy breaks the kiss and there’s the smile again. It’s the same ‘what the hell’ smile. "Jesus, don't you ever..."
"What?" says Elijah.
And Billy just kisses him again. For a second it seems like Elijah’s still out of it, but something must have clicked somewhere in Frodo Baggins’s head because Elijah starts kissing back.
And Billy thinks, Finally…
They're both trying to get into a comfortable horizontal position and really, it should be as easy as it sounds, but it's not. Billy has one hand in Elijah's hair, the other pushing up Elijah's shirt. Elijah's right hand is curled around Billy's neck, the left still holding a beer. It’s some brand he doesn't usually drink, and Elijah said he doesn't usually drink either, but they both agreed that the beer can had a nice design and so bought a pack anyway.
It feels like they're trying to do forty different things at once and it’s no wonder that Billy spills his beer.
"Ah. Shit, sorry."
"Fuck beer, man," says Elijah.
"Yeah."
"Totally."
"Fuck beer," says Billy.
"Fuck b-mmph..."
[end.]
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Once you get bit by the RPS monster, it just doesn't let go!
I think we were just trained on really good RPS models. 4 sound, beautiful archetypes that just happen to also be real people.
BB/EW=theirloveissohobbitty!
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*blows kisses at Brian Bell for pulling off the whole 'dysfunctional and pretty' thing well*
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Thanks.
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More fics from you, please!
That's the plan. Keep a lookout. ;)
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Heeheehee... oh, good line. I like this very much. Very... buoyant. Which, considering that it was for the 'air' challenge, is probably a good thing.
Also, your icon cracks me up every time I look at it...
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Also, your icon cracks me up every time I look at it...
Dude man, I'm looking forward to 'Alexander' so much like woah. Why is it not November yet? I want Colin Farrell and Jared Leto making out nooow.
Also, you heard it here first: I bet you the actor slash for 'Alexander' will give LOTRips a run for their money. Pretty men in a movie with more canon than people know what to do with? Time to cheat again!
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also, you mentioned damien rice in the fic? and then brian bell in a comment? even more reason to give you mad props.
*does so*
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Aww, neat. *puts them on top of the piano next to the picture of grandma*
Thanks, man. :) Glad you liked the story.
Also: =w= <3!
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weez on!
i may or may not be a card-carrying member of the offical =w= fanclub.
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It was ffnet's fault. Blame them, the bastards.
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ffnet is the bane of many a slasher's existence.
*smites them*
(i would *smut* them, but they so totally don't deserve it.)
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Yeah.
Really nice story, and that jazz. I don't have the capacity to write a real review right now, so we'll leave it at that.
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;)
Thanks, man.
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But here they are in the middle of the parking lot at night, he's got beer, Elijah’s on stream-of-consciousness mode, and life seems okay.
Loved that line in particular, but loved the whole thing too.
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Haha, dude, what awesome feedback. Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :D