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million_starTitle: Grace
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Pairing: Matthew/Dominic - AU
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Taken from this prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mkmeme: Matt and Dom on a merry-go-round. What they do on it is entirely up to you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom, no profit is being made, and this is fiction.
Beta/Support: As always,dolce_piccante - thank you, always. x
Author's Note: If you decide to read, I hope you enjoy. I hope the original prompter on the kink meme doesn't mind where I went with this.
Every Thursday, Matthew seeks out the carousel on the coast; the only difference on this Thursday is that he holds a crumpled piece of paper in his hand.
He hands the attendant his ticket, the attendant nodding in response, with a smile, as he watches Matthew climb aboard. Dusk has descended and the lights are coming to life as Matthew circles the carousel with purpose, in search of his preferred ride. As he finds it, the corners of his mouth turn up slightly and he climbs on.
A lover of literature, he has named his favorite of all the horses which occupy the carousel Bradbury. Bradbury is a sleek black horse, regal in every way possible for a mechanical beast.
Matthew makes himself comfortable despite the butterflies that have suddenly blossomed to life in his stomach, and takes a deep breath as he wonders what will happen next. For a man who, not long ago, felt like he had everything, Matthew has been stuck in a perpetual cycle of loneliness and despair for the past three weeks.
He doesn't have to look up when the horse next to him is suddenly occupied; he knows instinctively who the new passenger is. He freezes, the easy gait of Bradbury's gears carrying him slowly up and down as the lights twinkle around him. In the distance he recognizes other voices, is dimly aware that there are, in fact, a crowd of other people on the carousel.
Matthew is only concerned, though, with the one who is finally next to him, with the one who has just climbed aboard the white stallion that complements Bradbury so perfectly.
With the one who owns his soul, and always has.
A hand reaches across the breach and strokes Matthew's cheek softly. It is seeking forgiveness, forgiveness and grace, and if Matthew would only turn to look he would see grey eyes filled with tears over the mistake he made not long ago.
Exhaling shakily on a sigh, Matthew leans into the touch, a lone tear leaking from his own eye.
Later that night, Matthew stands at their bedroom window, reading the crumpled note in the moonlight:
Matthew glances at their bed and sees Dominic smiling back at him softly, almost bashfully, and this time Matthew drinks it in and returns it in kind. He sees the way the moonlight is playing off Dominic's hair and wonders how he managed to make it through so many nights sleeping alone. Matthew nods to himself as Dominic beckons him back to bed, back to the beginning of the rest of their lives.
Mistakes might be fleeting, but grace is forever.
Author:
millionstarPairing: Matthew/Dominic - AU
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Taken from this prompt at
mkmeme: Matt and Dom on a merry-go-round. What they do on it is entirely up to you.Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom, no profit is being made, and this is fiction.
Beta/Support: As always,
dolce_piccante - thank you, always. xAuthor's Note: If you decide to read, I hope you enjoy. I hope the original prompter on the kink meme doesn't mind where I went with this.
Every Thursday, Matthew seeks out the carousel on the coast; the only difference on this Thursday is that he holds a crumpled piece of paper in his hand.
He hands the attendant his ticket, the attendant nodding in response, with a smile, as he watches Matthew climb aboard. Dusk has descended and the lights are coming to life as Matthew circles the carousel with purpose, in search of his preferred ride. As he finds it, the corners of his mouth turn up slightly and he climbs on.
A lover of literature, he has named his favorite of all the horses which occupy the carousel Bradbury. Bradbury is a sleek black horse, regal in every way possible for a mechanical beast.
Matthew makes himself comfortable despite the butterflies that have suddenly blossomed to life in his stomach, and takes a deep breath as he wonders what will happen next. For a man who, not long ago, felt like he had everything, Matthew has been stuck in a perpetual cycle of loneliness and despair for the past three weeks.
He doesn't have to look up when the horse next to him is suddenly occupied; he knows instinctively who the new passenger is. He freezes, the easy gait of Bradbury's gears carrying him slowly up and down as the lights twinkle around him. In the distance he recognizes other voices, is dimly aware that there are, in fact, a crowd of other people on the carousel.
Matthew is only concerned, though, with the one who is finally next to him, with the one who has just climbed aboard the white stallion that complements Bradbury so perfectly.
With the one who owns his soul, and always has.
A hand reaches across the breach and strokes Matthew's cheek softly. It is seeking forgiveness, forgiveness and grace, and if Matthew would only turn to look he would see grey eyes filled with tears over the mistake he made not long ago.
Exhaling shakily on a sigh, Matthew leans into the touch, a lone tear leaking from his own eye.
Later that night, Matthew stands at their bedroom window, reading the crumpled note in the moonlight:
I am nothing without you. Forgive me. Please.
Matthew glances at their bed and sees Dominic smiling back at him softly, almost bashfully, and this time Matthew drinks it in and returns it in kind. He sees the way the moonlight is playing off Dominic's hair and wonders how he managed to make it through so many nights sleeping alone. Matthew nods to himself as Dominic beckons him back to bed, back to the beginning of the rest of their lives.
Mistakes might be fleeting, but grace is forever.
