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Boomerang & DAANCE (Apparently also Daancy) 2.0 #3
Dominique Blair Sanchez[ In a detailed mood, sorreh ^^' And that works for me. ]
I remembered when he first told me about singing up for the military. I recalled having been completely and utterly against it. I had fought with him all night on it, demanding he didn't go. And anyone who was merely acquainted with me knew that I wasn't one to fight, but it had been such a drastic shock, I couldn't help but fight for what I thought was the better choice. Three months later, here we were, sitting in the airport. I could hardly breathe knowing that with every ticking second meant one less second I'd get with my boyfriend.
I couldn't bare the thought of sleeping in a cold, lifeless bed tonight.
Then the woman's voice came over the intercom and announced Xavier's flight was prepared for boarding. No. No. No. No. I'd noticed Xavier's leg jiggling and just that made my heart squeeze even tighter in my chest.
I watched my lover stand up, making this moment even more real than it was. Slowly, I stood up and looked down at our shoes. Well, my shoes, his boots. Army boots. I met his eyes and felt an overwhelming emotion tide in me. I felt my eyes begin blur and I raised my hand to cup his cheek. I tried to return the same smile but somewhere along the lines of me trying to keep myself configured and the fleeting thought that this was going to be the last time I was going to be able to do this made me shed my first tear.
"Please be careful, o-okay?" I said, my voice cracking as I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly, inhaling his smell.
I didn't want him to leave. I almost wished he'd drop his bag and tell me it was all just a joke and we'd go back home and laugh it off.
But I knew this wasn't going to be the case.
Not in my wildest dream.
"I love you." I mumbled into his chest, my hands gripping the back of his shirt tightly as I tried not to make any sound because of my crying.
(Haha, you're fine. I love me the details. XP)Xavier
I wrapped my arms around Dom, holding him tightly against me as I felt the front of my shirt become damp with his tears. It tugged at my heartstrings, and a part of me wanted to cry with him, though I knew that that would do nothing. So I just rubbed his back gently for a few moments, letting him cry. Then I pulled away, pressing a soft kiss against his forehead. "I'll be fine. Don't worry." I murmured quietly. "I'll be back before you know it. I promise." I murmured. There was a final call for my flight, and I bent down, quickly pulling Dom into a sweet yet passionate kiss that was over way too soon. I pulled away, swiping my thumb across his cheeks, wiping away his tears. "Don't worry." I murmured again with a smile. "I'll be back. So save those tears for when you're happy to see me again, okay?" Pressing one more kiss against his forehead, I took a step back, my gaze lingering on him for a few more moments before I waved at him, heading towards the flight attendent, handing the man my ticket and boarding the plane that would take me away from Dom for six, long months.
[ It's awesome how you started exactly on a new page :P ]
Dominique Blair Sanchez
There mere thought of never seeing Xavier again made me ponder the idea of physically dragging him back to the car and strapping him down to it.
But then his lips were against my forehead and I was reminded that this was a part of his life I had no control over. I didn't choose what he wanted to do; if...if this made him happy in a way I'd never understand, then so be it. It was part of the relationship, right? We were a team, not individuals and sometimes, sacrifices had to be made.
But was his life a sacrifice I was ready to make?
I'd be stupid if I wasn't going to worry. Though I didn't hesitate to lace my fingers around the back of his neck and kiss him back, savouring the precious moment I'd be holding onto for the next approximate one hundred and eighty six days.
I nodded at his words and fluttered my lids shut at his final kiss before I waved back briefly. The second he turned his back, I let my hand drop and my smiled faltered until it had vanished.
I watched that damn plane until I couldn't even imagine the distance put between us, then I went home and simply lied in Xavier's spot and cried into his pillow that still held smell.
(Wait, what did I do? And should I skip to when Xavier comes back, or should I post Xavier's take-off first?)
[ Lol both? I dunno :p Maybe when he comes back? ]
(Hmm...I could post Xavier's take-off in the past, then post his arrival in the past-present?)
(Alright. ^ ^)Xavier
I made my way to my seat on the plane, stuffing my bag into the overhead department before sitting down by the window. I peered out at the building, hoping to catch one last glimpse of Dom before the plane took off. But I saw various shapes, not just the one I craved, and I sighed, leaning my head against the headrest. I was still staring out the window when the plane took off, long after the building disappeared from sight. With a sigh, I leaned my head back, closing my eyes close as I let my mind drift back to the one I was leaving behind.
It was going to be a long six months...
***
I was sitting in my seat, feeling slightly on edge as the plane landed, sending a jolt go through me as the wheels touched down, causing a bumpy landing. But I was relieved to be home, to see Dom again. Hold him, kiss him-just be with him. I had missed him so, so much during these past six months of hell. I idly scratched the new scar on my cheek as everyone got up and started filing out of the plane. Standing, I retrieved my duffle and exited the plane, entering the airport and searching the sea of many various faces for the one I longed to see above all.
Dominique Blair Sanchez:
I think I was a good hour early, hoping that his plane had the same idea. I don't know if I had over done by having bought a bouquet of roses but I had driven by the flower shop and they had looked so amazingly beautiful, I couldn't help but add in a few white ones among the abundance of red -- it made such a pretty contrast. Apparently I wasn't the only one waiting for a loved one, there was a girl nearby, fidgeting out of nervousness. She'd noticed me too because she shot me a small smile before she looked at the flowers in my hand.
"She's one lucky girl." She commented sweetly, a faint smile on her face. But I didn't return the smile. She? Who was...oh.
"Oh, no, no, I don't have a girlfriend, they're for my -- Xavier!"
I could pick him out of any crowd even if I were blind. I almost dropped the flowers at the sight of him, my heart pounding with giddy happiness. I ditched the girl and started weaving my way through the crowd, waving my free hand up in the air so he could see me.
He was here.
He was alive.
XavierWhere was he? Where was he? Where was-My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my name being called. My face spliting into a bright smile, I forgot about everyone else, forgot about Iraq, forgot about everything. All I was focused on was Dom. Dom and nothing else.
Unable to control my burning need to be close to Dom at this very instant, I rushed through the crowd, grabbing him into a warm, tight embrace, picking him up slightly and twirling around once before setting him down again, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. "I missed you..." I murmured after I had pulled away after a few moments, resting my forehead against his. "I really, really missed you..."
Dominique Blair Sanchez:
And just like that, all six months filled with small portioned meals and the occasional visit from the neighbor or friend, I had found my balance. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back with every ounce I had, wishing he knew just how much I had longed for this -- for him.
I couldn't wipe the huge smile off my face even if I tried. I held his cheek in my hand and then rested it on his shoulder as I closed my eyes and soaked in the sound of his voice; and to think I had begun to forget.
I let out a small laugh and kissed him a few more times, only able to nod at his words and say 'me too'. I took small step back and held the flowers up appropriately, grinning as I felt a warmth rush to my cheeks. "I saw the red roses and thought of how brave you are and how much I love you and I added the white roses because, well the two together mean unity and, well...yeah...I just really missed you, too."
LorenI just wanted to pull Dom back into my arms when he stepped back, to just hold him, but then he was holding up a bouquet of roses. I was startled by the sudden splash of red, and I was yanked back to the memory of blood and screaming and death and blood and-
And that had been in Iraq. Not here. No, I wasn't there anymore. I was here, with Dom, the love of my life, and he had been thoughtful to bring me roses.
Pushing back the nagging flashbacks, I smiled crookedly, taking the bouquet and pulling him into another embrace. "Thank you." I murmured, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. "They're beautiful. Just like you."
Dominique Blair Sanchez:
I watched him watch the roses and I kept my smile. I chuckled softly as I leaned into his embrace. For a few moments, I simply leaned my head on his shoulder and refrained from bursting into happy tears. No, I was going to stick through it this time. I blushed at his words and pulled my head back, only to reach up and capture his lips with mine sweetly for a few, much needed moments before I pulled back completely and took hold of his free hand, immediately lacing our fingers.
"I know this might be a mood killer, but...er, do you know how long you're able to stay here?" Just so I knew what things to plan for the both of us.
[ Hey, so I don't know if you want to roleplay a little after this or go straight to the next time he's leaving and then when he finally comes back and we're in the present -- lemme know ^^ ]
(Haha, okay. Um...Maybe roleplay a little after this, just so we have something to compare to when he leaves again. Like, maybe roleplay until they get home and go to sleep or something, then skip to when maybe Xavier is already gone, but Dom gets the news that he's MIA?)
(Haha, okay. X))Xavier
I let out a soft sigh when Dom kissed me, returning it almost eagerly. God, how I had missed this. But at his question, my expression turned sullen, even a little apologetic. "Um...I can only stay for three months until I'm deported again for about a year." I murmured quietly. But then I smiled, bringing my hand up to cup his cheek lovingly. "But then I'll be back for good." I reached down, catching Dom's hand in mine, twining my fingers with his. "Come on, let's get out of here." I murmured, still smiling. "We have some catching up to do."
(Or we could just skip from here, if you think that'll work better. I'm good either way. I hadn't meant for that to work out so well. XP)
[ Derp. I'm tempted to continue in order to get the real gist of just what their relationship was before Xavier goes MIA but that's such a good conclusion we should probably skip. :P ]
(Haha, it's up to you. If anything, if we decide to skip, Dom can always flash back to what Xavier was like before?)
[ Yeah, let's do that. (: So I should skip to when Dom gets the letter saying Xavier went MIA? ]
(Yeah. Or the phone call. However way you want him to find out. And would you want me to post a kind of glimpse as to what Xavier's going through, or would you want me to skip to six months later where he's found and sent back home?)
[ Well, I can post my post and depending on whatever mood your in, you can post a glimpse or we can just skip six months. I'm cool with either or. ]
[ Totes replying to this right now! I'm just a lazy person when I have responsibility with a roleplay :P ]
Dominic Blair Sanchez:
One week. Seven days. Lots of hours until my beloved Xavier is back in my arms. It seems like the more I precise how long it is until he comes back, the longer the time seems to stretch. I didn't like that very much. God, my face is so itchy but I can't scratch with all of this flour on my hands. Oh, screw it. I bring my hand to my face and try to scratch my cheek with the back of my hand. Yeah, I knew I had flour on my face now but I didn't care. Instead, I patted my hands off on my apron and sighed again.
This cake for Bea's little sister's birthday was turning out to be much more trouble than it was probably worth. "Come on," I muttered a I mixed the ingredients profusely before I got the pan out and dumped the mix in there. Since I'd preheated the oven beforehand, I was able to smoothly insert the metal alignment in the oven.
Now I just needed to wait twenty minutes.
That was one thousand two hundred seconds.
See what I mean how it makes it sound like forever? Try six hundred and four thousand eight hundred seconds.
So, I spent my hearty time solving Sudokus and staring at the clock as the wafting smell of chocolate invaded the empty home.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't lonely.
Coincidentally, the doorbell had decided to ring right at the perfect moment. A visitor! Oh, goody! I bounced out of my seat and didn't bother slipping my apron off as I went and answered the door.
Let's just say, I was a little shocked at the person standing at my doorstep.
"Sergeant Phillips?" I questioned slowly, not sure if I should be rejoiced or not. "I...what a surprise." I smiled kindly and opened my door wide for him. "Please, come in." The man remained quiet and took his spanking white hat off and held it against his chest before he stepped in. Now wary, I slowly closed the door and gulped. "Can I...can I offer you anything to drink?" Maybe I was just overreacting; I had to be. Xavier was perfectly fine -- alive.
"Dominique, I...I thought about sending you a letter instead, but I figured I ought to do this personally." I didn't like the tone of his voice. I didn't want him here. He should have sent the letter. I guess he could read my eyes because I could see him visibly gulp and avert his gaze for the briefest of moments.
"I-It's Xavier, isn't it?" I squeaked out, my eyes growing wide as my heart threatened to keep over. No...he couldn't be...
Not Xavier. "No!" I shouted the second his lips parted. I didn't want to hear it. No, no, no, no! Xavier was fine! He was alive! He would be on his way home in week and I'd plan him this big surprise party and, and -- "Domini-"
"He's fine!" I persisted, my knees going numb in contrary to my words. There was a pause and for a mere second, I considered it. "Is...he's okay, right? He's got to be okay." I pleaded quietly, my lip trembling as I tried to read an answer based on his actions.
"I don't know..."
What?
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"We...we ran into some trouble in one of our bases; the enemy ambushed us during the night and...they took some of our men. Listen, Domin-"
"Get out of my house."
"Dom-"
"Get out!" I shouted, this sudden strength overpowered me as my brain refused to acknowledge this sudden news. Instead, I reached out and grabbed Phillips by the shoulders and rammed him into the wall. Though in a whirl, even before I could have my fist in the air, both of my arms were pinned against my side and Phil was saying things I couldn't hear over my heart wrenching sobs. There goes the timer on the oven.
Please. Please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, if there's any kind of God out there, please, have mercy on Xavier.
Please.
(Lol. How dare you slack off on your responsibilities? XP)Xavier
Blood. Pain. Screaming. God, so much screaming. Mine? Some of the others? I couldn't even tell anymore, couldn't tell from up and down, left and right, anything. Why do they keep screaming at us in Arabic when they know that we speak English? We can't speak Arabic, can't understand it, can't answer their questions, even if we wanted to. And by God, if answering their questions allowed me to go back by Dom, I just might crack. Because I had to get back to Dom. I promised him that I'd back to him. But now I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep that promise.
Please forgive me, Dom. I really did try...
***
I woke up with an almost choked gasp when I felt the plane touch down, and I clutched at the arms of my seat, so hard that my knuckles turned white. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I flinched, almost instinctively tensing, preparing myself for some form of agony. But instead of pain, I only heard a soft, kind voice. "Welcome home, soldier." somebody-Sergeant Phillips, maybe, maybe not-said, sounding from the seat beside mine. I glanced over at him, not really seeing the man himself as I stared out the window, fixating on the airport building. The one that most likely held Dom.
Even as I stood, collecting my duffle bag from the overhead compartment, the sleeves riding up and exposing the many, various scars on my arms that didn't just stop at my arms, making my way quickly out of the small airplane and into the larger, more crowded airport, full of people, full of life...I couldn't believe that I was here. Home. Alive. It should be impossible, really. The fact that I was here, while so many of us had died. Why was I still alive? Oh. Because I had promised Dom. And nothing mattered more to me than Dom. But still...
How many of us had died? Too many to count. How many of us had survived? Had beeb rescued? Are here right now, breathing in the sweet, polluted air of their home? One.
Just...
One.
[ It happens more often than I'd like to admit. x.x lol. ]
Dominique Blair Sanchez: I couldn't sit still. I couldn't stand still. I couldn't stay still. Xavier. He was alive. He was alive and breathing and on his way home. I'd dropped the idea of a party because, well, I kind of wanted him to myself. Was he okay? I hoped he hadn't been too wounded; maybe they had been nice. Who was I kidding? Sergeant Phillips had phoned me via an untraceable number and told me that he'd been found and that his state was rather critical which meant they'd had to keep him over at the main base for a long while before he had been able to even get on a plane.
As of this moment, when I the screen flashed, indicating that his plane had landed, I was convinced that Sgt. Phillips would come and hold me in his arms again and tell me that he hadn't made it.
Because that's what it'd felt like for the past months. I'd mourned him, tried to convince myself I'd never hear his voice or be able to touch his cheek. Eating had been a terrible challenge and I'd gotten so little sleep.
I had even adopted a pup from the pound.
An Australian Shepherd.
Even when I'd gotten the news he had been found, things seemed to almost get worse and then came today and I had to see for myself.
I didn't bring anything today. No flowers, no nothing.
A herd of people began making their way into this room and I kept my eye out, frantically trying to spot my lover. Then I saw him. I didn't call his name out, not yet. Instead, I took off in a run, elbowing the people out of my way until I was in arm's reach. I opened my mouth and tried calling his name but my voice just wasn't there so instead, I brushed by the last person and threw my arms around him and burst into tears of...well, a little of everything.
(Heh. You slacker. XP)Xavier
I was still searching for Dom when all of a sudden, someone barreled towards me. I flinched slightly when said person flung their arms around me, but then I realized just who it was.
Dominique.
Dom.
It was really him, in the flesh and blood. How many Doms had I seen in Iraq? How many times had I heard his phantom words whisper in my ear? Felt his phantom touches? To have him hear, solid, livly, against me, in my arms which had instinctively wrapped around him when I had realized who it was...I couldn't hold anything in. my grip tightening around Dom, I burried my face against the top of his head, my own sobs joining his. "Dom...Dom..." I murmured between sobs, one hand rubbing up and down his back as I held him close. Now. Now, with Dominique back in my arms...
Now I was truly back home.
[ And I'm proud of it! :P ]
Dominique Blair Sanchez: When I felt his arms around me, I melted into him. I continued to cry into his warm chest until I heard sobs that didn't come from me. At that moment, I pulled back just enough so I could look up and my heart squeezed in my chest. "Oh, baby," I murmured, bringing my hand up to his cheek, my thumb brushing against an old wound he didn't have when I'd let him go. I wiped away the dampness on his cheeks and pressed my forehead just like he had done to me many, many months ago. "You're safe now." I whispered, closing my eyes briefly before I opened them and looked up at him. Finally, I closed the complete distance between us and pressed my lips against his in a tender, passionate kiss.
(Lol. I guess you should always be proud of who you are. Even when you really shouldn't be. XD)Xavier
I glanced down at Dom when he pulled away, finding myself leaning against his touch, my eyes fluttering closed. But they fluttered open again at his words, and I knew that my eyes looked uncertain. Haunted, even. Was I really safe? I didn't feel safe. I just felt...Guilt. And disgust. And sadness. And...
And so much love for Dom, especially when the other man kissed me.
I let out a soft sigh, closing my eyes again as I kissed Dom back just as passionately, having missed this for so, so long. But then I started tasting blood, and I opened my eyes, wondering why that was. I jerked back when I saw blood dripping down Dom's face, and horror and pure terror gripped at me, wrapping around and squeezing my heart like an icy vice. I blinked rapidly for a few moments, and then suddenly...The blood was gone. Just like that. But I could still taste it, thick and fould on my tongue. (Later, I would figure out that I had bit my bottom lip without realizing it, so hard that I broke skin, making me taste my own blood.)
What the hell just happened here?
[ Indeed! Part of becoming a better person is accepting your flaws with pride. xD ]
Dominique Blair Sanchez: I was too lost in the moment to notice anything until Xavier suddenly jerked away. I blinked in surprise and stayed still for a few moments, my heart racing as he looked at me with this...this sort petrified look. What? What was the problem? I stayed still, waiting for him to say something.[ Okay, just correct me if I'm wrong, okay? Dx Like, Xavier's lip really was bleeding, right? Like, he wasn't imagining it? Lemme know and I'll fix it! ]
Did I have something on my face? Was the kiss not good enough?
And then I spotted the crimson liquid on his lip and my eyes widened. Immediately, I brought my fingers to my lips and was confused when I didn't feel anything. I pulled my hand back and saw that there wasn't anything. I looked back up at Xavier and my brows furrowed slightly. "Your lip," I murmured, bringing my hand up to his face. With the brim of my thumb, I brushed it just under his lower lip, resulting in some of his blood winding up on my skin. Nothing horrible, just a small accident.
"It's just a small cut." I smiled up at him and nonchalantly brushed my hand against my jeans, noting that I'd have to wash them later. "Should we go get a water bottle or something?"
(Haha, that's a good attitude to have. XP And sorry! Guess I should have explained that better. ^ ^' Xavier imagined the taste of blood before, but when he saw the image of a bleeding Dom, he bit his lip, resulting in him actually tasting blood the second time. So your post is fine. ^ ^)Xavier
When Dom brushed his thumb under my lip and came back with a smudge of red, I panicke little on the inside for a few moments. Until I realized that it was my own blood. The thought sent both a shiver of old memories and a slight feeling of relief; Dom actually hadn't been bleeding. It had just been me. Just...me.
When Dom asked if we should get some water, I shook my head, running my hand across my lip and wiping away the rest of the blood, being careful not to look at the bloody stain on my hand as I wiped it away and the hem of my shirt. "I'm fine..." I murmured quietly. "I just...I just want to go home now. Please? I just...want to go home..."
[ Oh! Okay, sounds good :D ]
Dominique Blair Sanchez: I watched all of these new emotions scar Xavier's eyes and I the thought flitted through my bones with such vivid coldness. They had done something to my Xavier. Something...there was something wrong with him.[ Sorry this one's horrible -- but just wanted to finish my post. gah so bad. ]
At his claim, I nodded and gently slipped my hand into his, snugly twining our fingers together as I began to make my way out of the airport. Once we were in the parking lot, I quickly went to my car and opened the door for Xavier before he went in. I shut the door quietly and as I rounded the car in order to get to the driver's side, I did my best to force any other tears from coming out. I had to be strong, right?
I slipped into the driver's soon, turned the ignition on and soon we were on our way back home.
(Haha, sweet. X) And you're fine. I didn't think that it was horrible. ^ ^)Xavier
I let Dom lead me out of the crowded airport, quietly following close behind him as we made it outside. I found myself inhaling deeply, relieved and slightly exhilerated to be smelling fresh air. The fresh air of home.
Following Dom to the car, I gave a soft thanks to Dom when he opened my door for me, and I slid inside, shutting the door and buckling up. I glanced over at Dom for severl long moments as he drove before finally breaking the silence. "So...What have you been up to while I was-lately?" I asked, quickly changing my sentence before I finished it. The last thing I wanted was for either of us to start remembering why it was excactly that I had come home today, and not months ago, like I should have.
[ Well you're just a nice person. ^^ ]
Dominique Blair Sanchez: I began driving away, glad that there wasn't too much traffic on the way back. It had been brutal on my way to the airport, I'd been scared I would've been late for Xavier's landing. Luckily, I'd departed early.
When he broke the silence, I moistened my lips out of habit and shrugged a little. "Not much," I began quietly, making a smooth left. "I...well, I kind of..." I paused, not knowing how to put this. "He's not in the house right now because I don't know what you'll think of it but I kind of got a... a dog." I explained, hoping he wouldn't be mad or anything. "But like I said, he's not in the house right now and if you're not comfortable with it or anything, I already know someone who can take him." I blabbered quickly, wanting to get everything on the table before he said anything.
"I also repainted the kitchen." A lame topic to randomly bring up but I just felt like telling him.
(Haha, not really. I just know the difference between good and crappy, and that wasn't crappy. X))Xavier
I glanced over at Dom as he spoke, furrowing my brow slightly when he said 'he', not knowing quite what to expect. But when he said that he bought a dog, I blinked slightly. "A...dog?" I asked quietly. Then I gave a small smile. "Why wouldn't I like having a dog in the house? You know how much I love animals." I murmured. "Besides, I hear that having a pet can be rather...therapeutic." And Lord knows that I need therapy.
At his comment about painting the kitchen, I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, one that sounded more like a breath of air than anything. "Really? What color?" I asked quietly, my expression softening even more as I continued to look at Dom. God, how I had missed him.
[ Lol, well you're still a nice person anyway. ^^ ]
Dominique Blair Sanchez: A wave of relief came through me when he said he did want the dog. I'd grown attached to the dog and it served as a cuddle buddy for all of those lonely nights either spent in a cold bed or on the floor when I couldn't get the nerve to sleep on a mattress that held too many memories of what I'd hoped weren't gone forever.
"Great, then I'll pick him up tomorrow or something." I nodded, smiling as I stopped at a red light.
"Well, the green that was in it before we moved in kind of grew really old to me so I did some research and it was proven that a light coloured kitchen made for a more calming and cozy environment so I picked this color called fancy light yellow, so I just went with it." I inhaled and glanced over at Xavier and smiled a little before I reached out and took his hand gently before I began to drive once the light turned green.
"Is there anything you'd want to do after you get settled in again?" It'd be a good time to start planning if he wanted to join something or do something in particular. Phillips and I had been talking and he told me it might be for the better if there was an activity that kept his mind moderately occupied for some time. So, I was trying the idea out. Who knew?
(Haha. You say that now. But if you knew me better, you'd think differently. XP)Xavier
I listened as Dom spoke, nodding my head slightly. "Sounds great. Can't wait to meet the little guy." I murmured, sincere. I couldn't help but chuckle a little when Dom had said that the green had grown old, knowing that he always liked to spice things up, no matter how 'old' things really were. I was just glad that he hadn't said that he had painted it red. Honestly, I'm not really sure if I'll be able to handle the color red for a while. Even the stoplight and stopsigns made me feel slightly anxious.
I blinked slightly at Dom's supposedly sudden question, frowning slightly. After a few moments, I shook my head. "Honestly? All I want to do right now is to just...not do anything." I murmured quietly. "I just want to sit on the couch or lie in bed with you, and just catch up on a lot of missed time. That's what I really want to do right now..."
[ Naah, I don't believe that. :P (Neither does Molly) ]
Dominique Blair Sanchez: At Xavier's chuckle, I smiled a little wider, glad that they hadn't taken away his faint laugh. I'd have to get some blood on my hands otherwise -- and it wasn't going to be mine.
"Well, you won't be hearing me complain about that notion." I murmured with a faint blush, giving his hand a small squeeze before I let go of it in order to do a bigger turn. After that, I simply left both of my hands on the steering wheel and drove. It was like that for a good half hour before we finally did make it back home.
"Here we are." I breathed as I turned the engine off and slowly unbuckled my seat-belt. I glanced over at Xavier and then the house before I stepped out of the car and shut the door quietly.
I slowly made my way to the front door and unlocked it. I turned the knob and then walked into the home that had lost Xavier's side of the smell; but not for long. "The house missed you." I claimed, a small, sheepish grin tilting my lips as I looked up at him.
(Lol. Don't listen to Molly. She lies. XP)Xavier
My lips curled into a small half-smile at his comment, finding his blush adorable, yet I had meant what I said in an innocent matter; I really did just want to lie there with Dom.
Although, I wouldn't really be opposed to whatever notion Dom had been referring to, either...
When the car lapsed into a bit of a silence, I leaned my head against the window, closing my eyes. It seemed as if only minutes later, Dom was already pulling into our driveway. I got out as well, closing the door behind me and staring up at our house before following Dom up to the front door and inside. "Hm...Are you sure about that?" I replied, glancing around the familiar yet oddly strange surroundings. "With you in here, it would be hard to miss me..." I glanced down at him, a small smile ghosting across my features.
[ I tend to be the first one that Molly confides in, thank you very much -- she tells the truth. :P AND OMFG I TOTALLY DIDN'T MEAN THE BLUSH IN A DIRTY WAY DX I reread the post and then I kind of just facepalmed myself. BUT that did bring the question in my mind -- are Dom and Xavier sexually active? Because (I recently learned) that about 10% of homosexual couples did perform sodomy so now I'm curious xD ]
Dominique Blair Sanchez: At Xavier's words, I couldn't help but blush again. I shook my head and looked off to the side, not used to being spoken like that anymore. Don't get me wrong, it was really nice to have these butterflies back in my stomach, I just had forgotten how much of an effect he truly did have over me. "You know that's not true." I told him, shutting the door behind him quietly. I brushed past him and made my way to the jacket hanger thing and undid my jacket, hanging it up as I took my shoes off as well. I removed my scarf and draped it over my jacket.
It was nice like this.
I made my way into the kitchen and sighed promptly, resting my hands on my hips as I looked around. "Are you hungry or anything? Thirsty? Feeling snacky? Anything?" I questioned, tilting my head to the side a little as I studied him from this distance.
It scared me how different he seemed yet I knew that this was exactly Xavier.
There was just - "Oh my goodness your arms!" I exclaimed out of the blue, hating myself that I hadn't noticed them before. Within a moment, I was in front of him. No. No, no, no. Gently, I took his hand and rested my hand on the sleeve of his camo. I was scared to do it, so terribly afraid. But in a swift motion I had taken the initiative to rise his sleeve up a little.
Just this small sight had caused me to tear up again.
I couldn't even begin to imagine.
(Well, if you say that she's telling the truth...Then she is definately lying. XP Oh, I'm sorry! I honestly wasn't really sure, and I just took a stab in the dark. DX And...um...I...guess so? They don't have to be though. It's really up to you. I'm fine either way. X))Xavier
I watched Dom silently for a few moments as he moved about the kitchen, then began taking off my army boots, removing my hat and placing it on the coat rack. "I'm...not really that hungry, thank you. Or thirsty." I murmured quietly. I was just debating whether or not to take my uniform coat off when I jumped at Dom's sudden exclamation, and I flinched slightly when he was suddenly right in front of me, grabbing my sleeve. My eyes widened slightly when I realized what he was doing, and I tried to stop him. "Wait, Dom, don't-" But it was already too late. Dom had already pushed my sleeve up a little, revealing how scarred they were. And that was just the wrist.
I glanced down at Dom, and my heart twisted when I saw his teary eyes. I automatically brought my hands up, cupping his face gently as I started trying to soothe him. "Wait, babe. Please don't cry. Please?" I murmured quietly, running a thumb under his eye gently. "It's alright. I'm alive. I'm here. Don't cry. Please don't cry. Please..."
[ So you're calling me a liar? :O AFTER ALL WE'VE BEEN THROUGH! Oh don't even worry about it, it made me laugh :P Yeah, they can be, haha. I was just curious ^^ ]
Dominique Blair Sanchez: Who in the right mind could possible have the heart do lay a finger on another one of his own specie? How could anyone impose this...this pain on another human being and not stop? These cruel men didn't deserve to breathe on this Earth; their place was amongst the deepest, most terrifying quarters of Hell.
When his soft, yet worn hands held my face up to meet his eyes, I'd already begun shedding tears.
"Do...do they still hurt you?" I whispered despite his pleads, my fingers gently lacing themselves around one of his wrists as he held my face. I sniffled and tried to gain my composure again. "Can..." I paused and frowned slightly, the thought troubling me. "Is there more?" I couldn't help the crack in my voice.
Please, please don't let there be more.
(Yup. Just like that. XP Haha, okay. If you say so. XD)Xavier
I can handle a lot of things, but I've never been able to handle seeing Dom cry. Ever. I just...I hated it. I tried desperately to wipe away the falling tears, ignoring his hand on my wrist. But at his question, I paused, looking at him for several moments before looking away. I was silent for a very, very long time. Knowing that my silence in itself was more than enough of an answer, I glanced back at him, giving a very small nod. "All up my arms...." I murmured quietly, knowing that Dom would ask. Even though I knew that it would upset him. "...All across my chest and back...Even a few on my legs, though not many...But they don't hurt me anymore..." I added quietly, realizing that I still hadn't answered his first question. "They...stopped hurting a while ago..." They were still sore at times, admittedly, but Dom didn't need to know that.
Dominique Blair Sanchez: At his words, I wanted nothing more than to take a trip to Iraq and hunt these people down. For starters, I didn't know the first thing about tracking, nevermind working up the nerve to actually pull the trigger on anyone. I could hardly hurt a fly. Which is why I felt more than useless. When he admitted to the being more, I tried my best to refrain from crying but with every part he'd mentioned had been scarred, I imagined those people laying their hands on him. Beating him and torturing him to the point where it got me thinking that maybe he should have died; it would have cost him less pain.[ Haha :) WOO! It's been awhile since I've posted via my phone :) ]
To all of this, I could only shake my head and wrap my arms around him. I rested my forehead against his chest and closed my eyes, not wanting to dare ask the question I knew would scare me.
I'd save it for later.
"I should have never let you go, Xavier." I whispered, shaking my head a little as I brought my hands to his chest and gripped the stupid army coat. "You should have stayed with me...you should have never been hurting..."
(Lol. I always post via phone, so I guess I don't find it quite that exciting. XP)Xavier
My heart twisted itself into knots at Dom's words, and I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pulling him close. "Shh. Don't go saying that, Dom. Please." I murmured quietly, resting my chin gently on the top of his head, rubbing his back soothlingly. "You knew how important this was to me, knew how much I wanted to make a difference. None of us knew that this was actually going to happen, but..." I trailed off for a few moments, squeezing my eyes shut as I desperately tried to fight back both tears and agonizing memories. "...But at least I came back, alive..." I finally finished, my voice cracking a little with each word. "I...I can't say the same thing for some...some of the others. I got lucky, Dom. Really, really lucky..."
[ Psh, well...it was exciting for me xD ]
Dominique Blair Sanchez: I feared that my words weren't going to be enough to make Xavier's pain go away. All of his points were more than valid and no one could have predicted the outcome of his going away. Only, I was a rather big believer in everything happening for a reason and for this, I couldn't make out why fate would have it that torture would be dawned on Xavier and many other unfortunate souls. I winced with every intonation of haunting memories in his voice when he spoke, telling me that he had been much more lucky than most of the others.[ Omfg I'm in a cheesy mood, so sorry for that. T.T ]
I suddenly realized that this scene was meant to be the other way. I wasn't the one who needed comforting. Xavier was. As of now, I'd given myself the role of implanting nothing but happy and loving memories in his heart.
With that notion fresh at the front of my mind, I swallowed the lump in my throat and sighed quietly. "You're right." I whispered, looking up at him. "We've got to make the best of this...this miracle." Yeah, Xavier coming back was a miracle. I raised my hand and stroked his cheek tenderly before I reached up and brushed passed his lips and planted a soft kiss on his forehead instead. "You're a hero, you know that?" I murmured softly tilting my head to the side a little, a small, sheepish smile on my face. "But more importantly, you're my hero."
(Haha. Everything's exciting to different people in some way. XP)Xavier
I studied Dom quietly as he spoke, face remaining unreadable, even when he said that we should take advantage of this 'miracle'. Don't get me wrong; I knew fully well that this was indeed a miracle. I had said myself that I had gotten lucky. But I condisered it just that: luck. A real mircale would have been everyone captured coming back alive. And not in body bags.
But then Dom called me his hero, and I blinked in slight surprise, feeling emotion suddenly grip my heart. A soft, almost humorless chuckle slipped past my lips, and I closed my eyes, leaning into Dom's touch. "I'm not so sure about the hero part, but I do agree. We should make the best of this..." Even when, really, deep down, I wasn't as optimistic.
(Lol, it's all good. I like cheese. XP)
[ Haha I'm on my phone again! ( I'll admit, I'm not all that thrilled anymore :p ]
Dominique Blair Sanchez: I soaked in Xavier's words and was a little relieved to know he more or less felt the same way. We needed to make the best out of him being alive and capable. "You'll see it someday, even if you don't think it now." I spoke softly, smiling faintly as I kissed him briefly before I fully wrapped my arms around him and hugged him for a few moments. Unfortunately, all things had an end, including this one. I broke away from our embrace and cleared my throat, trying to bring a little normality to this reunion.[ I like literary cheese -- not real cheese xD ]
"If you want, you can always go take a shower or, you can...I don't know..." I shrugged and opened the fridge for a little something for myself and for Xavier if ever he changed his mind.. "You know the place." I ended up saying, liking the sound of it.
(Haha. Excitement wore off already, did it? XP)Xavier
I was slightly surprised at Dom's words, feeling as if he had just read my mind. Guess that's something common found among a couple: one or both of them know what the other is always really thinking.
I couldn't help but give a small, sad smile when Dom hugged me, and I held him tightly, not wanting to let go. Never again. But then Dom broke away, and I couldn't stop a soft sigh of disappoinment from escaping. At his suggestion, I nodded, giving a soft chuckle, one filled with a little more humor this time. "I'll...go take a shower..." I murmured, already heading off in that direction. "...You'll know where I'll be..." I slipped into the bedroom that we shared, glancing around at the small, cozy area that had always been one of my favorite places in the house; it had always been Dom's and mine, mine and Dom's. Yes, the whole house was ours, but anyone and everyone could walk through any number of the rooms. Except ours. It had always been just ours.
Slipping off my uniform for the first time in what felt like years, I laid it out carefully on the bed, looking at it and trying so hard not to imagine a tattered and bloodied one; my old one had been so torn up by the time they had found and rescued me that there had almost been nothing left of it. Not that the uniform itself had been on the top of my list of worries...
Shaking away the dark thoughts, I finished stripping and slipped into the bathroom, turning on the shower faucet, feeling a blast of cold water hit me in the face before it slowly grew warmer. After a few moments, I poked my head out of the side of the waterfall, gasping softly for air, feeling as though my head had been held underwater, like it had been so many times before. Trying to move past this growing fear of mine towards water, I slid my head back under the water, though I was sure to keep my face water-free. I wasn't that brave.
Xavier
I sat in one of the airport chairs, shaking my leg slightly as I waited for my flight to be called. A nervous habit of mine. Today, I was going to be deported to Iraq, and I was nervous as all hell. But I tried not to show it for Dom's sake.
A few minutes later, the announcements came on, explaining that my plane was now boarding. Letting out a soft breath, I stood, picking up my duffle bag and slinging it over my shoulder as I glanced down at Dom. "So...I guess that's me..." I said with a small, crooked smile, though it was almost a nervous one. I was really not looking foward to leaving Dom behind for six months.
(So I wasn't sure how long he should be gone each time he was deported, so I was going to do six months the first time, then I was going to do a year a second time, but Dom gets the message that Xavier went MIA for about six months, so that means that he's gone for a total of about eighteen months?)