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Pretty Good, Can't Complain by lavitanuova (PG-13)
And having just said that I'm old school, here's a brandnew one!
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Author on LJ:
lavitanuova/
dizzydame
Author Website: La Vita Nuova
Why this must be read: Writing good dialogue is pretty damn hard - but here it seems effortless, as if Mandy was following Billy and Dom through a supermarket. Familiar, warm and comfortable, describing the beauty of everyday life perfectly.
Dom likes apples with his breakfast, and milk in his cereal. Billy doesn't care for cereal, so he only has a small carton of milk to go with his tea.
Cereal. He makes his way to that aisle. He can't remember what kind Dom likes. It comes in a blue box, and Dom's breath always smells like pure sugar after eating it. He picks up a box and contemplates.
"Frosted Flakes!" Dom says, gleefully. He has approached as stealthily as a hobbit, and Billy jumps to suddenly find Dom leaning over him, arms crossed against Billy's back and chin resting on his shoulder. "My favourite. How'd you know?"
Dom gives him a wet smacking kiss on the cheek, and a pinch to the bum. The same grey-haired lady, who has just pushed her cart into their aisle, does a quick turn-around. Billy notices, but is too pleased with having guessed right to chastise Dom.
Pretty Good, Can't Complain
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Author on LJ:
Author Website: La Vita Nuova
Why this must be read: Writing good dialogue is pretty damn hard - but here it seems effortless, as if Mandy was following Billy and Dom through a supermarket. Familiar, warm and comfortable, describing the beauty of everyday life perfectly.
Dom likes apples with his breakfast, and milk in his cereal. Billy doesn't care for cereal, so he only has a small carton of milk to go with his tea.
Cereal. He makes his way to that aisle. He can't remember what kind Dom likes. It comes in a blue box, and Dom's breath always smells like pure sugar after eating it. He picks up a box and contemplates.
"Frosted Flakes!" Dom says, gleefully. He has approached as stealthily as a hobbit, and Billy jumps to suddenly find Dom leaning over him, arms crossed against Billy's back and chin resting on his shoulder. "My favourite. How'd you know?"
Dom gives him a wet smacking kiss on the cheek, and a pinch to the bum. The same grey-haired lady, who has just pushed her cart into their aisle, does a quick turn-around. Billy notices, but is too pleased with having guessed right to chastise Dom.
Pretty Good, Can't Complain
