A Morning Like This
Mar. 23rd, 2012 12:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
million_starTitle: A Morning Like This
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst, Character Death
Summary: A ceremony is observed.
Feedback: Is appreciated, but it's more important that you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Beta/Support: The wonderfuldolce_piccante & frisky_biscuit. Thanks so much. <3
Author's Note: This is a short one, more like a drabble. Decided to take some things I'd been feeling inside today and try to channel them into a piece of fic.
Dominic assessed his appearance in the mirror and nodded. He'd dressed himself in black from head to toe this morning, his silver trainers providing the only hint of color in his wardrobe. He was ready to start his day, especially on a morning like this.
He marveled at the way the sun still hung high in the sky as he walked down the street on a morning like this. People greeted him, he greeted them back, time passed. Birds sang, providing a cheerful soundtrack to his morning walk and when he entered his local coffee shop, he actually smiled and made small talk with the young woman who handed him his lattes.
The orange cat that lived outside the coffee shop, that the locals had affectionately named Leo, walked up to him and rubbed against his leg with a petulant meow. On a morning like this, luckily, Dominic was prepared and reached into his pocket, unfolding the napkin which concealed a small amount of food for his feline friend. Dominic watched, blinking, as the cat devoured the treat.
Eventually, he made it to his destination and sat down on the pier, placing both lattes next to him as he stared out at the water. When the footsteps that were approaching grew louder he sighed, his eyes closing; the guest was an unwelcome one even though he had a pronounced role to play in what was unfolding on a morning like this.
"Dom."
"Hmm."
"He's not coming," Christopher said softly, "you know that. Why do you do this to yourself?"
But Dominic wasn't listening; he never did, and after a few minutes Christopher walked away, glancing back at his friend nervously as he wracked his mind to think of something he could do for him. He had to admit that a part of him understood why Dominic did this on the third Wednesday of every month; Christopher didn't know if it was healthy or not, but he understood that it was a ceremony of sorts, a tribute. With no grave to visit and leave memorials on, the place that Dominic and Matthew had met was the perfect location for the drummer to grieve.
You see, Matthew had been taken from them on a morning like this.
Dominic would never forget.
Author:
millionstarPairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst, Character Death
Summary: A ceremony is observed.
Feedback: Is appreciated, but it's more important that you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit is being made and this is fiction.
Beta/Support: The wonderful
dolce_piccante & frisky_biscuit. Thanks so much. <3Author's Note: This is a short one, more like a drabble. Decided to take some things I'd been feeling inside today and try to channel them into a piece of fic.
Dominic assessed his appearance in the mirror and nodded. He'd dressed himself in black from head to toe this morning, his silver trainers providing the only hint of color in his wardrobe. He was ready to start his day, especially on a morning like this.
He marveled at the way the sun still hung high in the sky as he walked down the street on a morning like this. People greeted him, he greeted them back, time passed. Birds sang, providing a cheerful soundtrack to his morning walk and when he entered his local coffee shop, he actually smiled and made small talk with the young woman who handed him his lattes.
The orange cat that lived outside the coffee shop, that the locals had affectionately named Leo, walked up to him and rubbed against his leg with a petulant meow. On a morning like this, luckily, Dominic was prepared and reached into his pocket, unfolding the napkin which concealed a small amount of food for his feline friend. Dominic watched, blinking, as the cat devoured the treat.
Eventually, he made it to his destination and sat down on the pier, placing both lattes next to him as he stared out at the water. When the footsteps that were approaching grew louder he sighed, his eyes closing; the guest was an unwelcome one even though he had a pronounced role to play in what was unfolding on a morning like this.
"Dom."
"Hmm."
"He's not coming," Christopher said softly, "you know that. Why do you do this to yourself?"
But Dominic wasn't listening; he never did, and after a few minutes Christopher walked away, glancing back at his friend nervously as he wracked his mind to think of something he could do for him. He had to admit that a part of him understood why Dominic did this on the third Wednesday of every month; Christopher didn't know if it was healthy or not, but he understood that it was a ceremony of sorts, a tribute. With no grave to visit and leave memorials on, the place that Dominic and Matthew had met was the perfect location for the drummer to grieve.
You see, Matthew had been taken from them on a morning like this.
Dominic would never forget.
