Dom+Billy

This poem about Billy Boyd (Pippin) by Dominic Monaghan (Merry) is the fulfillment of everything I think of them in my dreams, all the loveliness that can be put in a simple poem, the bromance of the century, and it’s a genuine statement about the human condition.  Dom, my hat is off to you!  *sigh of contentment*

In honor of this, I revisit an old Dom/Billy fanfic:

“Euphoria”

He watches him, and keeps his face devoid of expression because he’s just figured out something. Something about him. It had been years since he’d first caught sight of his fascination, his intrigue. And now, sitting in a coffeeshop laughing over drinks and distorted dreams, he’s finally beginning to understand. He’s always known there was something different about the man, something special, but he’d never been able to discern just what about him it was. He’s come close before, but tonight is the first time he actually gets it. He’s found the clue. The clue is simply this: Dom coaxes people into laughing. He doesn’t trick, or surprise anyone into it with witty dialogue like Ian. He doesn’t beguile it with eagerness like Orlando, or summon mirth like Viggo’s bouts of insanity. The others cause laughter naturally, through their clumsiness, their absurdities, their shrewdness. Dom’s levity is earned. To most of them, laughter is an echo of their own perceptions, an affirmation of their own personalities. But to Dom it means more. To Dom, it’s all about the company. If you were laughing with Dom, it meant that he was thinking about you. That was the great secret. He understands people by what makes them laugh. When he was with Dom, he was always laughing.

His thoughts collide with the eye contact, and Billy becomes suddenly and acutely aware that he has no idea what words have just been spoken. But even without knowing, he recognizes the look on Dom’s face. It’s the look of expectation he wears when Billy’s about to laugh so hard he can’t stop until his noggin’s been badly damaged by coming in contact with something hard. But now Billy sees more then the threat, he sees the concentration. The unconscious and unwavering focus, on him. Billy throws his head back, and laughs.

Dom watches from across the table, and listens. He doesn’t know why Billy didn’t hear him. He doesn’t know what prompted the visual examination. But he does know the sound of euphoria when he hears it. And when he hears it from Billy, he falls in love all over again. Someday, he’ll have the courage to do something about it.

The table falls silent, and the two men finish their drinks.

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