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This Is the Way the World Ends, Part 15

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Jun. 21st, 2004 | 10:22 pm
mood: confusedconfused
posted by: semaphore27 in monaboyd

Author: Semaphore
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: NC-17, I suppose, in a pretty darn vanilla way.
Summary: It's the end of the world as we know it and no one feels fine. The world of Lotrips mingles with Stephen King’s The Stand. The hazards of shopping at Costco, one or two old friends, alternative uses for wine, some tense conversations, and a bit o' smut in the flashback before everyone gets ready to move on again.
Feedback: longed for and appreciated. So many thanks to all who've commented so far!
Disclaimers: This is entirely fictional. No disrespect intended. The people involved belong to themselves. The Stand was written by Stephen King. As I should have said long before, the title, and the piece of "The Hollow Men" quoted here come from T.S. Eliot. Also, several quotes from Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak. Oh, and a line from the song "Unwell" by Matchbox 20.

Previous chapters and other writings can be found at: Caraidean



This Is the Way the World Ends, Part 15

“What in hell do you think you’re doing, lady?” Sean’s voice has gone high with strain, but the voice that answers his is flat and dull.

“He touched her. He touched my baby.”

“Well, dammit…” Sean stops. “Look, I’m sorry. Just calm down. Calm down, okay? Look, just let me make sure my friend’s okay? I’m moving over there. Hands in clear sight. All right? Okay?”

Billy feels a hand—Sean’s, most likely—pat his cheek gently. One of Sean’s trainers is on the floor quite close to his eye. “Billy? Bill, can you hear me?”

Billy makes a noise halfway between a groan and a protest. His head’s exploding—or perhaps, imploding, crashing inward at a terrifying rate. He feels suddenly, profoundly, sick.

“It’s okay, Bill. It’s okay. You just lie there a minute. Get your breath. You’re bleeding a little, though, and we’re just gonna roll you over to your side, make sure everything’s all right. Get it stopped for you.” Sean’s babbling, Billy realizes, nearly hysterical at the same time he means to be calming. It would possibly be funny, if he didn’t feel so ill. “Oh, God, your face, Billy. That’s one hell of a bruise already.”

“Let me be,” Billy wants to say, but he’s so nauseated at this point, that he doesn’t dare open his mouth to speak. The world turns 360 degrees as he’s shifted to his side, and then he can’t help himself, he’s being sick, someone lifting him up a little, holding him steady. He wishes Dom were there with him, because flighty as Dom can be sometimes, he’s sweeter than anyone when Billy’s not well, and is so kind and comforting it always makes him feel better.

“Dommie!” he calls out, sounding pitiful even to himself.

“Ssh, ssh, don’t worry, Bill. We’ll get you back to Dom soon.”

“Sonja,” another voice says, a woman’s voice with traces of an American accent from some Southern region. “I know it’s tough, hon, I know, but you have to get yourself back under control. You can’t go jumping all over innocent people.”

“Is it okay to move him a little bit?” Sean asks. “Away from this mess, anyway?”

A bright light shines first in one of Billy’s eyes, then the other, making him squint and try to struggle away from Sean’s (he guesses it’s Sean’s, who else would it be, really?) hold.

“His eyes are reactive,” the Southern woman says.

“That’s good?” Sean asks nervously.

“It’s good,” she confirms. “Means either your friend's exceptionally lucky or Sonja here's losing her touch. Usually she could take the head off a gorilla.”

There’s a silence, into which falls the impression of very many things left unsaid.

“We’ve been lucky to have her with us,” the woman continues softly. “Especially when we were trying to get out of LA. Not everyone’s dead, you know. And not everyone left alive is good people.”

Billy can hear the other woman mumbling something, a few disjointed words, then there’s a sharp crack, and a small icy square is pressed to the back of his head, bringing some blessed relief to the pain, and with it a return to something like awareness. “How long was I out?” he asks.

“Only a few seconds, really, Bill.” Sean supports him as he tries to sit. Billy blinks, watching the world go double, contract into its proper form and go double again. “How are you? Okay?” Sean still sounds squeaky with panic.

“Awful headache.” Billy rubs his eyes. Things seem to be settling, the pain in his head aside. He touches the sticky back of his neck, hissing at the sting of his fingers against the cuts. “What did she hit me with?”

“A two litre bottle of Ernest and Julio Gallo Rose.” Sean’s laughing suddenly. “At least she spared the good wine.”

“Bloody funny.” Billy blinks around them. In addition to Sean there’s a woman in tracksuit-trousers and a vest shirt, quite close by, holding the coldpack to the back of his head. Her eyes are dark and liquid in the lantern-light, her hair in what appears to be hundreds of tiny braids. She’s very pretty, with what Billy tends to think of as a “Nefertiti profile,” like some ancient Egyptian queen. She has fingers like Dom’s, long and very slender, and her hand curls round Billy’s wrist comfortingly, reading his pulse.

“A little fast,” she tells him, “But I’d say that was to be expected, wouldn’t you?” She glances over her shoulder, to where what Billy assumes is his assailant perches on the edge of the lounger, the little girl’s body cradled in her arms. She’s a tall woman, at least a head taller than he is, with the sort of trim muscularity he’s come, in his career, to associate with stunt doubles. Her hand is bleeding, presumably from where the bottle she’d hit him with broke against her fingers. Her eyes are mad and wide and blue, and her hair appears to have been cropped off with dull shears and without benefit of a mirror.

“It’s her daughter,” the first woman breathes in Billy’s ear. “Cancer. We’ve known it was coming, but this-all has been too much for her to handle, I think.”

Billy nods, cautiously, some of the dizziness ebbing, though he’s left feeling deeply, profoundly weary. It seems wrong, somehow, in this depleted world, that people should die from other things, things just as arbitrary and as fatal as the SuperFlu. It seems more than wrong that a little girl should be immune to that infection, yet still be lost so needlessly.

“I’m Toni, by the way. With an ‘i.’ Toni Sullivan-Myers. I was a nurse, in the old days.” From her tone, she might be speaking of another century. “That’s Sonja Peterssen, and ah… her daughter Alice. The little boy is… Well, we don’t know his name. We call him Max. He seems to like that better than anything.”

Billy glances over her shoulder to see a small, stolid boy with a very round face and redder hair than he’s ever seen occur on a person naturally. Even in the dim light, freckles stand out in pale patches on his skin. He’s clutching a book to his chest, one Billy thinks he recognizes as one that also featured in the collection of his nephew Angus: on the cover, a large bovine monster with horns, a sailboat, sherbet-coloured palm trees.

“’Oh please don’t go- we’ll eat you up- we love you so!’” the child says suddenly, if a voice that seems far too low to belong to such a wee boy. Billy finds himself shivering.”

“We found him in a rest stop, in Orange County,” Toni whispers. “God knows how many days he’d been there alone.”

Sean’s face has gone fatherly, the way it will, and he’s staring at the boy as he gives their names. “Sean Astin. Billy Boyd.”

The woman blinks. “Not…”

Billy can’t help a bit of a grin. “Aye, I’m afraid we are.”

Toni’s laughing suddenly. “Hobbits. We’re attacking Hobbits in a Costco store. Could our lives get any more surreal?” Her mouth smiles in a pretty curve, and her eyes shine—except that it’s half with amusement, half with tears. “My… My little boy liked to play with your action figures. Can you believe that? Did…? No, never mind.”

“There are two more of us,” Billy says, “Back at a hotel in Weed. Other than them, you’re the only living people we’ve seen in days.”

“Dear Lord,” Toni breathes. “Dear Lord, can you believe this? Any of it?”

There’s an extended silence, into which the woman introduced as Sonja mutters, “Alice, sweetie, come on now, time to wake up. Alice, wake up. We need to get moving. Let’s rock ‘n’ roll, baby.” Then, “It’s okay, sweetie. I’ll carry you. I’ll carry you.”

“I’m sorry,” Toni murmurs. “She’s not usually…”

“’Max said “BE STILL!” and tamed them with the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking,’” wee Max rumbles into the stillness.

Billy feels himself drifting off again. When he wakes, they’re in motion and an unfamiliar voice is saying, “Billy? Are you with us, Billy?”

“Gerroff, Dom,” he growls, though he knows it isn’t Dom speaking. “I’m awake. I’m awake, awright?”

He blinks, and knows that time has passed. Sean’s announcing with strained cheer, “Here we are, people. Icicle Inn.”

Sean’s unbuckling his seatbelt, then, and doors are opening. Billy blinks again and he’s standing, Sean asking him, “You okay there, Bill?”

There’s Elijah’s voice calling out in delight. “Seanie! Billy! They brought girls with them.”

Dom’s standing across the car park, looking lost, because Elijah’s left him behind, trotting toward them eagerly. Dom’s arms are wrapped around his body, in a manner Billy hasn’t seen for years. He’s barefoot, and pale, and appears to have completely lost his bearings. As Billy watches, he trips on a kerb, goes down and instead of bouncing to his feet again the way he normally would, stays on the ground with his legs crossed in front of him, his head bent between his knees.

“Let’s…” Sean begins. “Let’s all just go inside, okay? Sit down, have something to eat, maybe?”

Blink. The world spins away again.



Billy’s lying on one of the sofas in the lounge, his head resting on Dom’s leg, Dom’s hand resting on his forehead. There’s the sound of voices arguing, and Elijah’s making a high-pitched sound, a sort of soft, mad keening.

“Stop. Just stop,” Dom says wearily. “Sean, why don’t you just give her a minute? It’s her daughter. Fuck, I’m sorry, man, but think how it felt.”

“But…”

“Just give her a minute. Let it sink in.” The backs of Dom’s fingers stroke Billy’s cheek. “You with us, Bills?”

Billy groans a bit, but he’s actually feeling better. There’s a stiff pad of bandage on the back of his head, tape pulling sharply at the hairs on his nape. “Aye,” he says. “I’m with you.”

“Good.” Dom gives a gentle squeeze to his shoulder. “Good. That’s great.”

“Alice will wake up in a minute,” Sonja says. “She’s always been a heavy sleeper.” But then something comes over her face. “It’s not fair. It’s just not fair.”

“None of it’s fair,” Toni says quietly, and there’s another of those bloody silences that seem to stretch on and on forever.

Billy hauls himself up on Dom’s arm, dizzy for a minute, but then the feeling ebbs. There’s a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it’s tolerable. Just now he’s more concerned about the lost look on Dom’s face. Something’s struck him, he thinks. Something’s sunk in.

“How are you holding up, love?” Billy whispers. Dom squeezes his hand in answer, looking desperate. There’s a shocked look to all of their faces, actually. Sonja still holding fast to her daughter, Toni with her determined expression and shaking hands, Elijah with his odd little sound, twirling a black feather in his fingers. Sean appears weary and utterly defeated.

“Sonja,” Dom says, “Why don’t you let Alice lie down for a little rest? She’ll be more comfortable.”

“I’m afraid, Dom,” she answers. “What if she slips away when I’m not looking? See, right now she looks so peaceful. I don’t want to disturb her.”

“Sonja and I know one another, a bit,” Dom says. “She designed my Nightcrawler prosthetics.”

For a moment, Billy has to think hard about what he means. The words seem nonsensical, and then he remembers, again, the world of their other lives, Dom with his film, Billy with his play. He clutches onto Dom’s hand tightly, and Dom takes Billy’s hand between both his own, rubbing it gently.”

“Dom saw a crow,” Elijah says brightly. “It left a feather!”

Sonja’s on her feet in an instant, her daughter sliding out of her arms and onto the floor before she plunges across the lounge to rip the feather out of Elijah’s hand, shoving him back against the sofa, crumbling the broken quill in her fingers. “Can’t you see? It’s evil. It’s evil!”

“Welcome to the loony bin,” Sean says dryly. “I don’t know about you guys, but we’re having quite the fun vacation. So far we’ve had werewolves and talking TV’s. Add being surrounded by constant death, and it’s the best trip ever!”

“Sean,” Billy tells him, “That’s hardly helping.”

Sonja whirls suddenly, racing for the lobby door and out into the open air. Through the windows, Billy can see her pace back and forth along the pavement, like a panther in a cage.

“Whatever,” Sean says, heaving himself to his feet. “Look, I’m going to cook something. Let’s see if I can’t eat myself to death. And maybe, a little later, I’ll join the party and go crazy too.” He plods off in the direction of the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “At least I’ll have plenty of company.

“That lady took my feather,” Elijah complains. “It was pretty.”

“While you were out, Bills,” Dom says, “I had one hell of a weird-arsed vision. Our television friend left a bit of a calling card, hence the feather. I think it’s safe to say he knows where we are, and it’s best to be on our way soon as we can be.”

“Whoa, whoa, wait, what is this?” Toni asks. “Vision? What ‘n hell are we talking about, here?”

Dom turns his blank silvery eyes toward her, and after a moment Toni glances down at her trembling hands. “Oh,” she murmurs. “Him.”

“Yeah,” Dom answers. “Toni, is it? Him. Honestly, we’d best be on our way soon.”

“Road trip?” Elijah says. “Are we going surfing?”

“No, Lij, opposite direction. We’re going to Nebraska, remember?”

“Nebraska. That’s a song by Bruce Springsteen, you know. Nebraska.” Elijah crawls up closer to Dom, rubbing his face against Dom’s arm like a kitten. “Did I ever tell you I hate rats, Dom? There are rats in the corn. I saw your pumpkinhead man. He was laughing at me. ‘Crazy,’ he said. ‘Crazy Lijah.’”

“I know, Doodle,” Dom answers. “I know. Don’t listen to him. You’re not crazy, you’re just having a bad week.”

“’I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell,’” Elijah sings tunelessly. “Hey, I want Cheetos. The puffy kind. Not the crunchies. The puffy twisty kind, maybe. And Coke. Have to have Coke on a road trip.”

“Whatever you like, love. Only let the grown-ups talk a minute.” Dom strokes his hair absently and Elijah smiles. Whatever his mental state, he seems to find Dom’s touch soothing, and what’s the use, really, of dragging Lij into this bitter reality? For all Billy knows, he might be worse off, then, than he is currently.

“’ Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all,’” the small boy says quietly, coming over to the sofa and climbing up into Elijah’s lap. Lij holds him, rocking gently, though whether for his own comfort or the child’s Billy couldn’t say.

“Or not,” Dom answers dryly. “Bills, tell me truthfully, are you really okay? ‘Cause I know Sonja’s strong. She could take me down in a heartbeat. Probably.” The slightest twist of bitterness comes into his voice. “And that was pre-blinding.”’

“At most, I’d say he has a very slight concussion,” Toni tells him.

“And you’re a nurse.”

“I’m a nurse,” she answers.

“My mum’s a nurse,” Dom says softly.

“Is she… That is, did she…”

“Still alive, far as I know,” Dom murmurs. “Home in England.”

“Oh.” Toni’s voice softens. “That must be hard. To be stuck here.”

One of Dom’s shoulders lifts. “It’s worse for Bills. I’ve lived over here a while. Billy, though, he never quite feels right anywhere but Scotland.” He squeezes Billy’s hand again, in a way that’s like seeing a sad film, or hearing a sad bit of music—it fills Billy with nostalgia for all that’s lost, that’s no longer attainable.

Oddly it’s not so much Scotland as a whole he misses, but that certain quality of light on a Glasgow morning in winter, or the smell of the air in the Highlands on the first day of June, or going down to his local, just having a pint, hearing the voices hum around him. It’s thinking he might never hear another Scottish voice again, for as long as he lives.

Dom makes a slight sound of protest, because Billy’s clutching his hand so tightly all the blood’s been forced from his fingers.

It makes Billy remember a little secret Dom had, when they first were in New Zealand, the way he’d thought Dom was so cocky when they first met, so cheeky he didn’t care about anything. That Dom was, as the saying went, a young lad all mouth and trousers. Then, one day, he’d been looking for something in Dom’s bedroom, a film or a CD that had slid between the head-board and the mattress, and he’d found, tucked beneath Dom’s pillow, a wee soft toy, a little mohair monkey worn almost bald. Billy had been stroking its prickly-soft fur, wondering what it meant, when Dom burst in on him, and in an instant his face had gone strange, apprehensive and shadowy—he’d had a sensation almost of shrinking, and Dom never shrank from anything, so far as Billy had seen.

“Put that back, won’t you, Bills?” Dom had said lightly, though his mouth went into an odd shape.

Billy had said something then, something cutting, he recalls, meaning it humourously, though it hadn’t come out that way. It had come out cruel, and he’d felt instantly ashamed. Aware, suddenly, of the difference between their ages, aware of Dom’s vulnerable center, a part of him he’d failed to notice.

Dom’s eyes had taken on a strange colour, much the same silvery shade they have now, and he’d answered with some other light words in return, then spun round and walked away, leaving Billy with the little soft toy in his hand, and the feeling that he’d been, somehow, the worst kind of shite.

The monkey, he realized, smelled softly, subtly of perfume, and its glass eyes seemed to gaze up at him with a certain sad wisdom. Billy had gone coldly guilty, knowing he’d trespassed where he ought not to have gone, knowing he’d hurt Dom in some way that passed beyond his understanding.

Quickly, he tucked the monkey back where he’d found it, returning to the lounge, where Dom stood at a window, head bowed, light outlining his form. He’d looked so boyish then, the back of his neck vulnerable, his body not yet filled out yet, they way it would have by the time they finished filming, though to Billy’s eyes, Dom looked boyish still, most times, even at twenty-seven.

“Dom?” he’d said.

“Yeah? Ready to go, are you?”

Billy hated that false buoyancy in his friend’s voice suddenly, the knowledge that he’d put it there, making Dom feel he needed to hide layers of himself, when Dom had never previously shown any sort of restraint whatsoever.

Billy had never actually wanted restraint between them.

He came up behind Dom, put his arms round his waist, leant his head on Dom’s shoulder.

“Not ‘til I understand what’s upset you.”

“Nothin’. Nothin’.” Billy had never heard Dom sound quite so Mancunian. It was there in his voice always, but normally as a slight trace only, a cadence more than an accent. “Let’s just…”

“What?”

“Drop it. Okay? Just drop it. I’m a wanker. Let’s take that as a given.”

“Dom.”

“I talk a good talk, Bills, but I’m twenty-two, okay? I get tired, and when I’m tired, sometimes, I get homesick, and when I’m homesick, I miss my mum. I’m close with my family, and I’m twenty-two and they’re a long way away. And I keep him… it… there, so that nobody would find it, only you did, and now I feel the sorriest kind of git.”

Billy had hugged him a little tighter. “I never knew you were lonely.”

“Well, I am sometimes. I am. Only I’m meant to be cool, aren’t I? And fucked if I was ever gonna mention this to you, of all people.”

“Dom?”

“It’s my mum’s perfume, okay? It’s my mum’s perfume, and she sent him… it… to me, because it belonged to her when she was a girl, and then to me, and, God, I dunno, can’t we just pretend it’s a lucky charm or something, before I die of embarrassment?”

Billy rested his head between Dom’s shoulders, feeling the agitated beat of his heart, stroking the fingers of his left hand down the hard, flat muscle of Dom’s stomach. It had hit him then, suddenly, like a sixteen-tonne weight. I’m falling in love with him. Sweet Jaysus, I’m falling in love with this boy.

He’d laughed softly then, against Dom’s back, “Och, Dommie, don’t worry about that. Believe me, I’ve much more embarrassing secrets.”

“Really?” Dom sounded interested. “Want to share with me?”

“Oh,” Billy answered, in a voice he meant to be carefree, yet came out quite differently, “I expect you’d find them fairly appalling.”

“That so?” Dom asked, and he’d turned round then, took Billy’s face between his hands, and kissed him forcefully, in a way that was nothing like kissing a woman. Dom’s mouth tasted of tea and orange juice, and his skin was salty, his stubble scraping on Billy’s skin. He’d gone breathless, absolutely breathless, still holding onto Dom for all he was worth, taking Dom’s tongue into his own mouth, sucking on it gently, then harder, until Dom’s hip was pushing against him, and his hands moved down into Billy’s pockets, rubbing his bum through the denim of his jeans.

Dom’s trousers hung so low as a general rule that they seemed, at times, to defy gravity. When he’d get excited and raise his arms, his t-shirt pulling up, one could often see the thin white wings of his hipbones under his pale skin, and the hollows that ran parallel to them, the line of dark fuzz down his belly. Billy slipped a hand under Dom’s belt at the back, tracing the groove over his spine, the dimples above his arse, the taut curve of one cheek, aware that Dom, with the enthusiasm of nearly all quite-young men, had gone fully hard almost instantly, his head tipping back as if he was dizzy, all the blood having rushed down from his brain, the hardness pressing up against Billy’s own lower regions.

Still, when Dom spoke, his voice sounded quite uncertain. “Bill?”

Billy had pulled him closer still. “You’re lovely, d’you know that? You’re lovely, and I’m sorry to have nosed about in your things. I’m sorry for what I said to you, Dommie.”

“Still feel a right git,” Dom muttered, but Billy kissed him again, harder, harder than he’d kissed anyone in his life, his jaw knocking against Dom’s almost painfully.

Dom’s long fingers wound in through his hair, until Billy was rising on his toes, pushing Dom against the cool glass of the window, all his weight leant up against him, his hands working Dom’s belt then, and the button, and the zip, delving between folds of hot denim, surprised, and yet not, to find warm, soft skin directly below, curling hair at the same time crisp and silky, the smell of Dom, down there, clean and new and overpowering, driving Billy to his knees to draw those already low-slung jeans over Dom’s hips, shifting Dom’s legs until he perched against the windowsill, thighs apart, arms spread inside the windowframe, supporting himself.

Billy needed to taste him, the salt and sweetness, the lightly-tropical whiff of soap that still clung to Dom’s skin. He ran his tongue in a thin line from Dom’s ribs down to his navel, nuzzling into the warm hollow and further then, reaching back between Dom’s legs to cup him, stroking behind his tight, velvety balls with his fingertips until Dom gave a little shudder, pressing harder back against the glass, gasping out something about hoping the builders had put in a good, sturdy windowpane, making Billy laugh against him, and Dom shudder again at the vibration.

Billy could feel Dom’s pulse against his cheek, feel it beating through Dom’s cock then, as he tongued him, running his tongue-tip under the rim of the head, then around, dipping it inside the slit. Dom tasted salty/sweet there too, in a way that reminded Billy of plums, like the salted Chinese plum-sweets he’d eaten once. That taste, too, was oddly velvety, the feel of the head round and soft and hot against his tongue. Billy extended the tip to taste Dom gently, to stroke him, his forehead pressed against Dom’s belly, his hands traveling softly down the backs of his thighs, behind his knees. He’d long since felt himself hardening, but that wasn’t the point of this, really.

Billy had lost track of what the point was. Perhaps it was just sensation. Or a form of exploration, touching smooth young skin with fingertips and tongue, with cheek and brow and chin as Dom’s lovely deep soft/rough voice gasped out random words that made no sense, yet were still amongst the sweetest Billy had ever heard.

When he glanced up, Billy saw Dom’s bright blue-grey eyes fixed on his face, focused entirely on his face, as if Dom had learnt, already, every bit of him, yet still hungered for more. When Dom came, crying out, his spine arching beautifully, he slid down against the glass, against the wall, like a puppet with cut strings, and yet he held Billy tightly, fiercely, as if he would never let go again.

Don’t, Dommie, don’t let me loose. Hold onto me always. I’ll love you so much it will hurt me

Dom was the one who said it first, though, because his voice was meant to say such things. “I love you, Bills. I love you, Billy. I’ll never get tired of looking at you, being with you. Stay with me, even after? Stay with me, please?”

“After what?” Billy had asked, curiously, half drunk on sensation, on the smell and touch and feel of Dom, the taste of Dom lingering rich and warm on his tongue.

“After everything,” Dom had murmured. “Stay with me after everything. Even when it all ends?”

Billy had held him tight, then, burrowing his face against Dom’s chest, his hold on Dom’s hip so firm that after, he’d noticed, he left bruises that took a week to fade.




Dom’s eyes are far away, moving as if he’s watching something, a film or a television programme. “We have a little time,” he says, “But we need to get things together, get out of California, up into Oregon, then east.”

“You sure, Dommie?” Billy asks, still half caught in memory.

Dom’s face has gone set and still, both older and younger than at any time Billy’s known him. “Yes,” he says softly. “Yes, they’re coming again.”

“’ The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another,’” the wee red-haired boy says.

“That’s it,” Dom murmurs, his eyes looking tired. “Tonight, that’s it, that’s when they’ll come. We should be well on our way by then.”

“'“And now,’” young Max announces, “’let the wild rumpus start!’”


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Jen

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from: scots_in_kilts
date: Jun. 21st, 2004 11:01 pm (UTC)
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AGH!!!!!!!!

poor crazy elijah and poor dom and poor billy and poor toni and sean cause they are the only halfway heathly ones there...

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Still learning to be me

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from: canciona
date: Jun. 21st, 2004 11:06 pm (UTC)
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Oh!!! You...!! With Sonja and Alice...*sniffle*...and WildThings!Max, so perfect...everything so perfect...not coherent, sorry, so lovely! Beautifulsadscaryachinghotsweetlovely...*whimper*

Perfect
Perfect
Perfect
Perfect.

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Rayne Maiden

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from: raynemaiden
date: Jun. 21st, 2004 11:15 pm (UTC)
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Ooooh! New characters! I can't begin to tell you how much I look forward to reading each new chapter of this story.

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PirateSorka

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from: piratesorka
date: Jun. 21st, 2004 11:20 pm (UTC)
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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe! They are coming! Run Away! Run Away!

Oh dang but this is good. I recently drove through Weed on my road trip to LA. I was definitely thinking about this fic at the time.

That little kid bugs me..but at least he has attached himself to Elijah. I hope thats a good thing.

I loved the story between Dom and Billy. A beautiful respite in the midst of such pain. Brilliant work Sema!

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darkerbreed

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from: darkerbreed
date: Jun. 21st, 2004 11:27 pm (UTC)
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Have I told you before that I love this? I love everything you write. Always fantastic work.

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just wow

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date: Jun. 21st, 2004 11:41 pm (UTC)
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this was my favorite chapter yet!! poor sonja and alice, they just cant seem to catch any breaks! i loved the flashback sema, it was wondeful to see billy and dom as they had been. and the thing with the monkey and only being 22 and lonely.... *guh*. that just had me feeling for poor dom! ive really gotten into this nd cant wait to see where it goes with the new characters now! just love it!!

oh one thing, when you wrote that dom says they needed to head west, did you mean east? or maybe you have something planned for us that im not expecting!

sistersluge

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: Jun. 21st, 2004 11:47 pm (UTC)
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See, I said I was confused!*g*

Yes, I meant east. *facepalm* I've fixed it and my other embarrassing typos now.

I'm glad you liked the flashback! I was in the mood for a little D/B firstime. *hugs*

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Carbohydrates! Now in people shapes!

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from: juniper200
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 01:39 am (UTC)
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Aw, sweet. New characters! I like how Max and Elijah are connecting. I wonder if they'll help draw each other out a little. And Sean and Sonja --they've both lost daughters; can that common ground help them?

How's Orli's trip going? And was Viggo ever accounted for? The Dark Man has wolves, but Viggo's a coyote. :)

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ZoniDuck

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from: zoniduck
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 01:51 am (UTC)
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Ahhhhh!!! Sonja and Alice!! You realize of course, that you are now weaving your own original characters from other stories into this fic (which is a crossover with "The Stand") just like Stephen King does. That's awesome!

Oh and there's so much to this part. Toni recognizing Sean and Billy, and talking about her little boy really got me. Seanie is not doing well, and poor crazy Lijah is really worrying me. And I still get all wibbly in every chapter thinking about Orli, whether someone mentions him or not. Oh, and Billy thinking he might never hear another Scottish voice again, poor thing!

And thank you for the little bit of sweetness that was the flashback to New Zealand. "It had hit him then, suddenly, like a sixteen-tonne weight. I’m falling in love with him. Sweet Jaysus, I’m falling in love with this boy." made me all weepy and wibbley in a good way for a change.

Thank you for another great chapter!

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wiccawise21

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from: wiccawise21
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 02:30 am (UTC)
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oh my oh my!

this just gets better and better.

im wondering about this max character. he seems to have something going on there. hmmm? *ponders the meaning of his existance!* poor lijah's really not getting any better. and i loved that flashback. it was great to read about some of the normal times. bless em all!

=x=

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elvenmofo

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from: elvenmofo
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 02:49 am (UTC)
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oh, greatness...as always. I whimpered at several intervals. I know I should have gone to sleep a while ago, but I hit refresh one more time, and there was another chapter. I almost yelled out NO! when I got to the end, but my roommate is sleeping.
if I'm not mistaken, that little boy has Where the Wild Things Are. lovely.
when I read "Sonja Peterssen," I thought "brilliant, wonderful." this story so thoroughly mesmerizing. only now that I've finished reading the chapter do I realize how much water I've had in the last hour. oh, I hope to see more of this soon.

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elvenmofo

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from: elvenmofo
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 03:18 am (UTC)
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before I finally give in to sleep, I would like to take a moment to knock my head against my desk.
in my last post, I mentioned "Where the Wild Things Are." (as if there was any confusion as to where "Max" was coming up with his odd little mutterings.) then, doing one last pass through Monaboyd, I FINALLY noticed your icon. a big, fat DUH just smacked me right between the eyes.
that is all. good night. I obviously need some rest.

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Aranel Took

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from: aranel_took
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 05:06 am (UTC)
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This is great! Sonja & Alice! And I like Max reciting the passages from Where the Wild Things Are.

I loved this:

“’ Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all,’” the small boy says quietly, coming over to the sofa and climbing up into Elijah’s lap. Lij holds him, rocking gently, though whether for his own comfort or the child’s Billy couldn’t say.

Poor Lij. Hopefully having Max to watch over will help him.

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scandal in the ink

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from: laughingdryad
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 05:15 am (UTC)
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Oh right, that's why Monaboyd is my OTP. Thanks for the reminder. :)
EXCELLENT!

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Alys Scarlet

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from: alysscarlet
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 05:30 am (UTC)
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Sonja and Alice again! Poor Alice, doomed to die in whatever SemaUniverse she inhabits....

How wonderful to introduce fictional characters we already know!

Another lovely chapter. I'm very worried about Elijah, although I hope Max might help him in some way.

The flashback was a lovely respite from the grim, for Billy as well I think.

“After everything,” Dom had murmured. “Stay with me after everything. Even when it all ends?”

Which is exactly what he's doing...

*loves*

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Oxer

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from: oxer12
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 07:00 am (UTC)
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Dom was the one who said it first, though, because his voice was meant to say such things.

Eeeeee!

One of the best lines I've ever read, anywhere. *loves on Sema*

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*lovely molecules*

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from: satine405
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 07:09 am (UTC)
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*sigh* Best chapter yet. I know I say that every time..but...I mean it every time.

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don't call me moonpie

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from: cindyjade
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 07:29 am (UTC)
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excellent, and the sex was delicious omg *thumbs up*

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Twatever

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from: jillybinks
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 08:12 am (UTC)
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Sonja and Alice. And Dommie and Billy love!! And that little plush monkey.

*loves*

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 05:27 pm (UTC)
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Thank you!

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the expert in home-cosmography

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from: blondiusmaximus
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 08:51 am (UTC)
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Poor Sonja and Alice. They just can't catch a break, can they? :o*

Lovely. Loved the flashback especially, it was really touching and emotional, a perfect scene between them. :) <3

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 05:26 pm (UTC)
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Yes, poor Sonja and Alice. I'm sure there's a reality somewhere in which they get to live happily over after. Or live, anyway.

Thank you! I was happy to do the flashback, especially since it had occurred to me that I'm all the way up to Chapter 15 and had yet to portray any Billy/Dom loving. This needed to be remedied!

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the expert in home-cosmography

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from: blondiusmaximus
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 06:37 pm (UTC)
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Haha, yes! And to make up for the lack of Billy/Dom loving in previous chapters, you should, you know. Just have lots of lovin'. Lots and lots of lovin'. :D

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pump jockey works for tips

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from: le_bombe
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 10:12 am (UTC)
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Oh God.

If anything got me, it was the addition of WildThings!Max because I am soinlove with that book, and the way you used it was just AMAZING. So good. Soo sooo good.

*waiting on bated breath for updates*

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 05:21 pm (UTC)
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Thank you. :-) It's one of my favorite books ever, and it's weird how well the text can be tweaked around to come out so very creepy.

More soon!

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unbrokenmuse

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from: unbrokenmuse
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 11:13 am (UTC)
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Sema,
I just want to add another vote of thanks to the many above for these recent chapters. My head fairly spins just trying to coherently sort feedback for your various WIPs right now so can't imagine what it must be like to be holding so many plot lines in your head at once.

Thanks especially for the flashback here which, while hot all on it's own, really tweaks the old angstometer into the red zone with its reflection of things now lost.

“'“And now,’” young Max announces, “’let the wild rumpus start!’” Superbly Creepy !!

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 05:20 pm (UTC)
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I occassionally confuse myself with my plotlines. Also with which verb tense I'm writing in. So, maybe I'm cheating a little with recurring OC's. A little. Or it could just be that idea of certain people being meant to interact whatever reality they occupy.

Yeah, I did kind of crank up the angstometer on that flashback (smut aside). Poor Dom, wanting to be able to "look at" Billy for the rest of his life--not to mention being so close to his family and knowing he'll never see them again. *sniff*

I think I'd like to respond to young Max, "Uh... Let's not."

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Any further questions? Ask the shrimp!

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from: txvoodoo
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 02:14 pm (UTC)
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I feel like I'm just echoing everything, but awww Sonja and Alice! *sniff*

Wonderful. And the firsttime d/b, great. You don't do NC17 much, but when you do, it's very "guh!"

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 02:49 pm (UTC)
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Poor Sonja and Alice. I've now taken a vow that I will not kill poor wee Alice again in any other alternative universe. I keep feeling as if she's looking at me with those big, sad eyes accusingly.

Thank you for the "guh." There's nothing holding me back fromt he NC-17 except sheer laziness on my part--that stuff takes effort to write! I'm speechless with admiration for the writers who can go on for pages and make it hot. That being said, I did enjoy writing this little bit of D/B. Mmm-hmn.

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a cat-like creature - almost human

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from: tigertale7
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 02:18 pm (UTC)
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I'm really liking your original characters in this. Good to have Sonja back and I LOVE Toni. Little Max is right creepy, though. It's good that he and Lij have begun to bond. Maybe they can help each other.

DomBilleh flashback was SO lovely. Thanks for that.

Am I mistaken or is Sonja going to be the woman who helps to heal Sean and show him it's okay to love again? (That was from Christine, right? In that dream Sean had? I think I need to go back and read it all again to be sure. ;-)) Er...but it is early in the story. Sorry for jumping the gun. Carry on. ;-)

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 02:45 pm (UTC)
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Ooh, you are clever like... well, like a very clever thing. No, you're not mistaken, though I shall say no more at this time. ;-)

I'm glad you like the original characters, especially Toni. I'm liking her too. Little Max would probably get on well with little Danny from The Shining. You're right, he is creepy, and I'll probably burn in someplace very warm for using Where the Wild Things Are in such a way. Weird how it fits, though.

That flashback was just one of those weird things that I swear inserted itself, but I ended up being very happy with it, in the end.

Thank you! :-)

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Lala

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from: lalablue
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 03:16 pm (UTC)
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Where the wild thing are... OMG- I loved that book growing up. And I can picture little Max perfectly.

Ouch- poor Billy. Got whacked. And it's the return of Sonya. Still poor Alice died. Can I ask if there is reason why you've killed Alice twice now?

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 05:15 pm (UTC)
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I loved WTWTA as a kid too--and to tell the truth, I still do. It was kind of fun using the words for my own evil purposes.

Billy will be okay, at least--though that really was the last thing he needed at the moment. About Alice--I guess the easy answer would just be the evil I mentioned above. The less glib answer would be the idea of certain things happening the same way in whatever reality, not being able to escape those turning points. There's also a point Stephen King makes in the novel, that there were many people who survived Captain Trips only to die for totally nonsensical reasons, and I wanted to show one of those other deaths, the irony of being totally immune to something that kills almost everyone else, but not surviving something that shouldn't happen to a child in the first place.

I have nothing against people named Alice, honestly!

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Who, Me?

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from: aire_blair
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 05:58 pm (UTC)
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First, I second and third everything everyone else said.

Second, thanks for using my "family" wine to knock Billy senseless (my 2nd cousin Mary was married to David Gallo, son of Ernest).

Third, “Stay with me after everything. Even when it all ends?” just killed me. Speaks volumes about how much Dom loves Billy, at least to me.

As always, just beautiful. You never disapoint.

Erin

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CathyP

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from: cathgon54
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 08:31 pm (UTC)
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You did it. You officially killed me with this chapter. I'm too blown away to say much other than even though I think you write extremely hot sex scenes (and boy, this one was hot!!!), I've noticed your stories are not all about the sex, they are more about the characters and their love for one another. Your judicious use of sex in your stories only heightens the intensity of them.

Thank you for this chapter (and the yummy Billy/Dom firsttimesex too!)

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from: anonymous
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 08:46 pm (UTC)
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ummm...you killed alice again
between that and feathers and sean starting to flip and quoting the freakiest book ever (and i'm talking about where the wild things are, not the stand), i'm on an emotional edge that is gonna take awhile to recover from.
good job.

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Set phasers to fabulous!

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from: cincodemaygirl
date: Jun. 22nd, 2004 09:26 pm (UTC)
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oh, i loved this chapter particularly.
so i have written a little visual poem

the first mention of elijah with the feather had me screeching eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
that isn't even me cheating, i really did screech exactly that

poor sonja, you've killed alice again
i love that they are in this universe

the sex scene and billy's accent angst were simply gorgeous
i got a bit teary at dom's "even after," where he means the
movie- mostly- but you see how true it still is at present.

i think i am
finished now

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someone is crazy (and it's you)

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from: axis2cluster_b
date: Jun. 23rd, 2004 05:40 pm (UTC)
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I loved seeing Sonja and Alice here *g* It's one of those nifty little things that gives a reader a little kick.

Very nice work, as always. I do love these boys *grin*

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Elanor Gamgee

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from: elanorkat
date: Jun. 24th, 2004 03:32 am (UTC)
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Those two last chapters were fantastic. I like what you're doing with Sean - he's changing, very subtly. I'm really looking forward to finding out what becomes of him, although I hope he finds his special person fast.
The Hot in the middle part was perfect.

It's always worth waiting for one of your chapters, whatever the story, but don't strain your improving health, please? Take good care of yourself.

grr! LJ wouldn't let me comment on this page yesterday!

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from: mystery_ink
date: Oct. 17th, 2006 05:29 pm (UTC)
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Wow... wow, wow, wow.

You've won a new fan! Somehow I never got into this before, but I saw your recent posting and decided to go to the beginning and try it out. It's been two days and I'm on Chapter 15 - *L*!!!

It's been a while since I read the book and saw the mini-series, but that's probably good: I remember enough to feel the setting, but not so much that my memory would object to any changes. Dom and Billy are really something in this. Poor Sean... hard to believe he's held up for so long. Don't know that Lij would go off the bend like that, but, if I remember correctly, it's necessary to have somebody do so for the plot, so I'll accept it. *S*

Really nice how adding new characters to the mix shocks you back into remembering just what they're all going through.

Thanks so much for this!!! It's been a bit of a dry spell for monaboyd, and, like the world in this story, it may be coming to a bit of an end (no!), so finding this has been a wonderful discovery.

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