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Neighborly by Cesare (PG)
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairings: Dom/Elijah
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almostnever
Author Website: Cesare's Crippled Cabinet or![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
almoststories
Why this must be read: This is an adorable and funny little vampire AU. Dom is all sweetly awkward domesticity and reluctant attraction when a vampire turns up on his doorstop looking for a change of light globe.
The bloke on the doorstep is stunning. He's only wearing normal grey trousers and a normal striped shirt, but somehow it all looks crisp and perfect, as though wrinkles, creases and dust motes simply don't apply to him. His dark hair is silky, fluffy and glossy all at once, like the feathers of a black and glamorous duckling. His skin looks soft and white and sweet as confectioner's sugar.
"Hiya," Dom says again.
"I'm Elijah, I'm new to the neighborhood," says the bloke, and puts out his hand. His palm is cool and welcoming. Taking it is like sliding into a bed made up with fresh white linens.
"Dominic. Monaghan," Dom adds. He registers the 'new' and remembers, with a sinking sensation, Mrs. Scales' warning. Fervently he hopes that somehow he misunderstood her, and all those cobra gestures referred not to vampires but to Americans. Surely the hand signs for one would be rather like the other.
"Nice to meet you, Dominic," Elijah gives him an unnaturally tight smile-- the only imperfect thing about him, no teeth, lips sealed.
Bugger.
"And you. Welcome to the neighborhood." With a start Dom recalls that his hands are positively shellacked in pig's blood. He shoves them deep into his pockets as nonchalantly as possible and asks, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Do you happen to have a spare light bulb? The overhead light burned out in my new place, and none of the bulbs in the lamps are the same size."
"Can't you lot see in the dark?" Dominic blurts.
"Nooo," Elijah says, his tone somehow conveying that he's not offended but that he does think that Dom is a twat for asking. It's quite eloquent for one syllable.
Neighborly
Pairings: Dom/Elijah
Author on LJ:
almostneverAuthor Website: Cesare's Crippled Cabinet or
almoststoriesWhy this must be read: This is an adorable and funny little vampire AU. Dom is all sweetly awkward domesticity and reluctant attraction when a vampire turns up on his doorstop looking for a change of light globe.
The bloke on the doorstep is stunning. He's only wearing normal grey trousers and a normal striped shirt, but somehow it all looks crisp and perfect, as though wrinkles, creases and dust motes simply don't apply to him. His dark hair is silky, fluffy and glossy all at once, like the feathers of a black and glamorous duckling. His skin looks soft and white and sweet as confectioner's sugar.
"Hiya," Dom says again.
"I'm Elijah, I'm new to the neighborhood," says the bloke, and puts out his hand. His palm is cool and welcoming. Taking it is like sliding into a bed made up with fresh white linens.
"Dominic. Monaghan," Dom adds. He registers the 'new' and remembers, with a sinking sensation, Mrs. Scales' warning. Fervently he hopes that somehow he misunderstood her, and all those cobra gestures referred not to vampires but to Americans. Surely the hand signs for one would be rather like the other.
"Nice to meet you, Dominic," Elijah gives him an unnaturally tight smile-- the only imperfect thing about him, no teeth, lips sealed.
Bugger.
"And you. Welcome to the neighborhood." With a start Dom recalls that his hands are positively shellacked in pig's blood. He shoves them deep into his pockets as nonchalantly as possible and asks, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Do you happen to have a spare light bulb? The overhead light burned out in my new place, and none of the bulbs in the lamps are the same size."
"Can't you lot see in the dark?" Dominic blurts.
"Nooo," Elijah says, his tone somehow conveying that he's not offended but that he does think that Dom is a twat for asking. It's quite eloquent for one syllable.
Neighborly