Someone Special - Part 7.
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thekeyholder91Title: Someone Special part 7. An End Has a Start
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thekeyholder (Brigi)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Beta: The lovelyms_belle10 :) Thank you! :)
Summary: Is there such a thing as destiny? Do you believe in dreams? Dom and Matt dream about each other, yet they don't know anything about the person they spend their nighttime with. Is a meeting in real life possible?
Feedback: would be lovely if you have some time! <3
Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.
Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse or any of the songs mentioned in this story, but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal, please!
Author's note: The idea for this story crossed my mind when I heard the beautiful song Someone Special by Poets of the Fall for the first time.
I know, I haven't updated SS for 2 months. I feel terrible because I finished this part back in August, but haven't written anything since then. :(
PART 1. | PART 2. | PART 3. | PART 4. | PART 5. | PART 6.
DOMINIC
“But why couldn’t we kiss?! Why did the stupid dream end there?!” I huff and flap my thighs with frustration, waiting for an intelligent reply from Tom.
“Because you had your masks on,” the psychologist says automatically, definitely thinking about something different.
I need my full self-control not to throw something at him or slap him in the face. I really expected an intelligent and direct answer? I should know already that Tom avoids telling me his suspicions until he’s one hundred percent sure.
“I bloody know that, Tom! I meant, what could it mean? You’re the psychologist, help me decode my muddled dreams!”
“Well, I’m not sure, but I think it could be…wait, no, maybe it’s stupid,” Tom stops and looks at me apologetically.
“Oh, come on, you always have good ideas,” I nudge him to finally hear some possible reasons, anything.
My mind is buzzing, so I can’t follow any one train of thought until its end, because in the next second I think about something else and so on. I’d end up pondering over getting a dog to be less lonely and such.
“Well, let’s start from the beginning. The setting might not be that crucial, it’s just to create this magical atmosphere,” Tom pinches the bridge of his nose as he gathers his thoughts. “Think about it, Dominic…why do people wear costumes? I mean, what was the original idea behind it in the old times?”
“Umm, to hide from something?” I ask, a bit clueless.
“Exactly. You two did the same – you hid behind masks and tried to show your best sides by wearing beautiful costumes. Moreover, the waltz is one of the most elegant and graceful dances, a great opportunity to become the object of admiration of someone.”
“Oh, come on, it sounds like we we’re showing off and trying to sell ourselves!” I exclaim, upset.
“In a way, you were,” Tom replies calmly, ignoring my protest. “It’s not something to be ashamed of; after all, I thought it was clear that you’re trying to win each other’s heart.”
I nod, but I cannot stop a blush from tinting my cheeks. Dear God, why did you make my life this complicated?! Anyway, I should be thankful for the excitement, shouldn’t I? Then I remember a particular detail of my dream and decide to ask about it, glad that I can change the awkward topic:
“Tom, I was wondering what dancing on the water means…”
“Hmm, yes, that was one of the most intriguing parts, right? Well, water usually means emotions, spirituality and to be on top of them, I think it means that you want full control over them.”
“Aha, that would make sense, Tom. Even more for Matthew, he’s that ‘I-only-believe-what-I-see’ kind of guy.”
“Yeah, I know,” Tom giggles and rolls his eyes, which makes me look at him with confusion.
“What do you mean, you know?!”
Tom wipes his forehead and mumbles: “I meant from what you told me he’s that typical pragmatic guy…”
“I hope you’re not hiding anything from me, Tom,” I say and look in his eyes seriously. “We’ve known each other for years.”
“I’m aware of that,” he replies and I see his mouth moving, as if he would like to add something, but he can’t utter the words.
Finally, he brushes off and laughs about my concern. Something about his behaviour is not right, but maybe I’m just paranoid. Like I said, weird things have happened since this whole dreaming affair began.
“Look, Dominic, you have to be very sincere from now on. Be yourself; you don’t need masks and other silly accessories to make somebody like you. Besides, I don’t think Matthew needs that much persuasion…” The last sentence was accompanied by a smirk and I can’t help it, but blush again. “Here’s some homework for you to boost your self-confidence: write down your negative qualities on a piece of paper and then burn it away, imagining all the bad things disappearing from your personality. What remains is the Dominic Howard everybody likes, who’s all smiles and cheers up even the saddest person on earth in a couple of seconds.”
“Is today ‘Make Dominic blush day’?” I laugh and rub my face awkwardly, as if I could make the redness disappear. Luckily, I have to leave now. “Thanks for saying that, but I’m far from what you described me, Tom. Sorry to disappoint.”
“Start the list with low self-esteem, okay?” Tom giggles and he gets up to lead me to the exit. “Oh, and another homework assignment: try to remember where you met Matthew for the first time, in real life, I mean. It might be relevant.”
I put on my sunglasses and answer him half-heartedly: “I’ve already thought about this for hours and no results. Would be cool if you had the possibility to ask Matt, he seems to have a better memory than me.”
“Yeah, I will,” Tom replies and slaps his forehead afterward. “Oh, I mean I would. If I knew him, I would. But I have no idea who he is, so we’ll just have to rely on your dreams and memory.”
“Tom, are you sure that you’re okay? Don’t you work too much?” I ask, worried about Tom’s mental state. He does look quite pale as well…
“Of course, I just can’t really focus today. Now, go and don’t forget about your homework!”
MATTHEW
Unfortunately, I didn’t have any time to go to Tom because of my brother, so I just called him, and besides the explanation of the dream, he told me to make an effort to try to remember where Dominic and I met the first time. I told him that I’ve already done it on numerous occasions, but he insisted that I do it again. He advised me to invoke the events of this last year and visit again, if possible, the places where I’ve been to and that this might help in remembering where we met or had a glimpse of each other. Tom thinks that our meeting was short, but it needed to continue and that’s why we’re dreaming about each other. I asked him how I could remember “the fatal glimpse” as ironically as I could, but even though he has no idea, Tom believes that I will succeed. Don’t ask me why he places so much confidence in me…
But back to my big brother…well, he derailed my plans.
He called us a few days ago, saying that he would come with his family today and Mum is making preparations since then. Seriously, you can’t get her out from the kitchen. It’s crazy! She’s crazy for making such a fuss over this. I may sound a bit jealous, but it’s an open secret that Paul is my parents’ favourite son. He’s normal and like them, you know? He was a good child and an excellent sportsman; he has hazel eyes like them and a straight nose, not like the ugliness that sits on the middle of my face. In short, he’s the perfect Bellamy progeny, the perfect child of my parents. His only flaw might be that he has an imperfect little brother. As about his current state, Paul met his wife at uni, they got married when both finished their studies and they also have a son, Horatio.
Just mentioning my nephew makes me smile gloatingly, because you see, the “perfection” kind of breaks there. At least in my family’s eyes, but not in mine…Just like me, little Horatio is the black sheep of the family. Okay, not exactly black, because that role’s been given to me, but a grey one. You might wonder why and I will tell you. Please, imagine a smirk on my face while I do so. The little guy is seven years old and is already probably smarter than his parents. He’s a true child prodigy. No problem so far, but he is not exactly good at socialising. Horatio fears strangers and locks himself in his own world; he could spend a day by a window and watching the world outside.
Though they are not saying this aloud, Paul and his wife, Abby, think he has a problem. In my opinion, the kid only needs companions who understand him. It would be great if he could go to a school where people treat him normally and the children’s level of intelligence is above normal, but that costs. Apparently, I am the only person Horatio mentions besides his parents and he can recall every moment we spent together. If I can, I always take him to science exhibitions and similar events when he’s at our place. We meet like once a month because they live a bit farther from us.
As I hear a car’s engine stopping in front of our house, I go to the door and Mum almost shoves me aside, she’s hurrying so much. Of course, she hugs her son first, not her grandson, like normal grandmas do, so the little boy runs directly to me. He puts his thin arms around my neck; I lift and hug him tightly. I notice Abby looking disapprovingly at us and Paul frowning, muttering something like, “he never lets us to hug him”. Mum invites us in the kitchen and enumerates the delicacies she’s prepared for her favourite, but Paul and Abby stop her, saying with broad smiles that they have some news.
I have a slight hunch of what might follow and my eyes drop to Abby’s belly. Yeah, it seems bigger than I remember it and my theory proves right: the pair announces that they’re expecting a baby and thought that it would be great if they spent some time alone before the baby arrives. I was right, Mum prepared the food in vain because these two are going to the seaside and leave Horatio in our care for a few days. I look at Horatio and I wink at him, trying to cheer him up. I’m afraid his parents are already ignoring him and the little one isn’t even born yet. At least I have some days to make his life more cheerful.
“Do not worry, we’ll have fun, right, Horatio?” I say and pat the boy’s shoulder who finally sketches a smile.
After Paul and Abby leave, we have dinner and watch a documentary on Discovery Channel before I tuck Horatio in and press a goodnight kiss on his forehead. I think I’ll take him to the zoo tomorrow because every kid likes animals and he has so much to learn there. I’m not sure what we’ll do in the rest of his spring holiday, but I’m sure we’ll find something interesting.
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I hope this story is still enjoyable for you. Honestly, I feel alienated from it and from writing BellDom in general.Somebody, please slap me, I'm being a bitch. :( I need to finish at least this one in 2011.
Author:
thekeyholder (Brigi)Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Beta: The lovely
ms_belle10 :) Thank you! :)Summary: Is there such a thing as destiny? Do you believe in dreams? Dom and Matt dream about each other, yet they don't know anything about the person they spend their nighttime with. Is a meeting in real life possible?
Feedback: would be lovely if you have some time! <3
Warnings: Nothing in this chapter.
Disclaimers: As you probably know, I don’t own Muse or any of the songs mentioned in this story, but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal, please!
Author's note: The idea for this story crossed my mind when I heard the beautiful song Someone Special by Poets of the Fall for the first time.
I know, I haven't updated SS for 2 months. I feel terrible because I finished this part back in August, but haven't written anything since then. :(
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Someone Special – part 7. An End Has a Start
DOMINIC
“But why couldn’t we kiss?! Why did the stupid dream end there?!” I huff and flap my thighs with frustration, waiting for an intelligent reply from Tom.
“Because you had your masks on,” the psychologist says automatically, definitely thinking about something different.
I need my full self-control not to throw something at him or slap him in the face. I really expected an intelligent and direct answer? I should know already that Tom avoids telling me his suspicions until he’s one hundred percent sure.
“I bloody know that, Tom! I meant, what could it mean? You’re the psychologist, help me decode my muddled dreams!”
“Well, I’m not sure, but I think it could be…wait, no, maybe it’s stupid,” Tom stops and looks at me apologetically.
“Oh, come on, you always have good ideas,” I nudge him to finally hear some possible reasons, anything.
My mind is buzzing, so I can’t follow any one train of thought until its end, because in the next second I think about something else and so on. I’d end up pondering over getting a dog to be less lonely and such.
“Well, let’s start from the beginning. The setting might not be that crucial, it’s just to create this magical atmosphere,” Tom pinches the bridge of his nose as he gathers his thoughts. “Think about it, Dominic…why do people wear costumes? I mean, what was the original idea behind it in the old times?”
“Umm, to hide from something?” I ask, a bit clueless.
“Exactly. You two did the same – you hid behind masks and tried to show your best sides by wearing beautiful costumes. Moreover, the waltz is one of the most elegant and graceful dances, a great opportunity to become the object of admiration of someone.”
“Oh, come on, it sounds like we we’re showing off and trying to sell ourselves!” I exclaim, upset.
“In a way, you were,” Tom replies calmly, ignoring my protest. “It’s not something to be ashamed of; after all, I thought it was clear that you’re trying to win each other’s heart.”
I nod, but I cannot stop a blush from tinting my cheeks. Dear God, why did you make my life this complicated?! Anyway, I should be thankful for the excitement, shouldn’t I? Then I remember a particular detail of my dream and decide to ask about it, glad that I can change the awkward topic:
“Tom, I was wondering what dancing on the water means…”
“Hmm, yes, that was one of the most intriguing parts, right? Well, water usually means emotions, spirituality and to be on top of them, I think it means that you want full control over them.”
“Aha, that would make sense, Tom. Even more for Matthew, he’s that ‘I-only-believe-what-I-see’ kind of guy.”
“Yeah, I know,” Tom giggles and rolls his eyes, which makes me look at him with confusion.
“What do you mean, you know?!”
Tom wipes his forehead and mumbles: “I meant from what you told me he’s that typical pragmatic guy…”
“I hope you’re not hiding anything from me, Tom,” I say and look in his eyes seriously. “We’ve known each other for years.”
“I’m aware of that,” he replies and I see his mouth moving, as if he would like to add something, but he can’t utter the words.
Finally, he brushes off and laughs about my concern. Something about his behaviour is not right, but maybe I’m just paranoid. Like I said, weird things have happened since this whole dreaming affair began.
“Look, Dominic, you have to be very sincere from now on. Be yourself; you don’t need masks and other silly accessories to make somebody like you. Besides, I don’t think Matthew needs that much persuasion…” The last sentence was accompanied by a smirk and I can’t help it, but blush again. “Here’s some homework for you to boost your self-confidence: write down your negative qualities on a piece of paper and then burn it away, imagining all the bad things disappearing from your personality. What remains is the Dominic Howard everybody likes, who’s all smiles and cheers up even the saddest person on earth in a couple of seconds.”
“Is today ‘Make Dominic blush day’?” I laugh and rub my face awkwardly, as if I could make the redness disappear. Luckily, I have to leave now. “Thanks for saying that, but I’m far from what you described me, Tom. Sorry to disappoint.”
“Start the list with low self-esteem, okay?” Tom giggles and he gets up to lead me to the exit. “Oh, and another homework assignment: try to remember where you met Matthew for the first time, in real life, I mean. It might be relevant.”
I put on my sunglasses and answer him half-heartedly: “I’ve already thought about this for hours and no results. Would be cool if you had the possibility to ask Matt, he seems to have a better memory than me.”
“Yeah, I will,” Tom replies and slaps his forehead afterward. “Oh, I mean I would. If I knew him, I would. But I have no idea who he is, so we’ll just have to rely on your dreams and memory.”
“Tom, are you sure that you’re okay? Don’t you work too much?” I ask, worried about Tom’s mental state. He does look quite pale as well…
“Of course, I just can’t really focus today. Now, go and don’t forget about your homework!”
MATTHEW
Unfortunately, I didn’t have any time to go to Tom because of my brother, so I just called him, and besides the explanation of the dream, he told me to make an effort to try to remember where Dominic and I met the first time. I told him that I’ve already done it on numerous occasions, but he insisted that I do it again. He advised me to invoke the events of this last year and visit again, if possible, the places where I’ve been to and that this might help in remembering where we met or had a glimpse of each other. Tom thinks that our meeting was short, but it needed to continue and that’s why we’re dreaming about each other. I asked him how I could remember “the fatal glimpse” as ironically as I could, but even though he has no idea, Tom believes that I will succeed. Don’t ask me why he places so much confidence in me…
But back to my big brother…well, he derailed my plans.
He called us a few days ago, saying that he would come with his family today and Mum is making preparations since then. Seriously, you can’t get her out from the kitchen. It’s crazy! She’s crazy for making such a fuss over this. I may sound a bit jealous, but it’s an open secret that Paul is my parents’ favourite son. He’s normal and like them, you know? He was a good child and an excellent sportsman; he has hazel eyes like them and a straight nose, not like the ugliness that sits on the middle of my face. In short, he’s the perfect Bellamy progeny, the perfect child of my parents. His only flaw might be that he has an imperfect little brother. As about his current state, Paul met his wife at uni, they got married when both finished their studies and they also have a son, Horatio.
Just mentioning my nephew makes me smile gloatingly, because you see, the “perfection” kind of breaks there. At least in my family’s eyes, but not in mine…Just like me, little Horatio is the black sheep of the family. Okay, not exactly black, because that role’s been given to me, but a grey one. You might wonder why and I will tell you. Please, imagine a smirk on my face while I do so. The little guy is seven years old and is already probably smarter than his parents. He’s a true child prodigy. No problem so far, but he is not exactly good at socialising. Horatio fears strangers and locks himself in his own world; he could spend a day by a window and watching the world outside.
Though they are not saying this aloud, Paul and his wife, Abby, think he has a problem. In my opinion, the kid only needs companions who understand him. It would be great if he could go to a school where people treat him normally and the children’s level of intelligence is above normal, but that costs. Apparently, I am the only person Horatio mentions besides his parents and he can recall every moment we spent together. If I can, I always take him to science exhibitions and similar events when he’s at our place. We meet like once a month because they live a bit farther from us.
As I hear a car’s engine stopping in front of our house, I go to the door and Mum almost shoves me aside, she’s hurrying so much. Of course, she hugs her son first, not her grandson, like normal grandmas do, so the little boy runs directly to me. He puts his thin arms around my neck; I lift and hug him tightly. I notice Abby looking disapprovingly at us and Paul frowning, muttering something like, “he never lets us to hug him”. Mum invites us in the kitchen and enumerates the delicacies she’s prepared for her favourite, but Paul and Abby stop her, saying with broad smiles that they have some news.
I have a slight hunch of what might follow and my eyes drop to Abby’s belly. Yeah, it seems bigger than I remember it and my theory proves right: the pair announces that they’re expecting a baby and thought that it would be great if they spent some time alone before the baby arrives. I was right, Mum prepared the food in vain because these two are going to the seaside and leave Horatio in our care for a few days. I look at Horatio and I wink at him, trying to cheer him up. I’m afraid his parents are already ignoring him and the little one isn’t even born yet. At least I have some days to make his life more cheerful.
“Do not worry, we’ll have fun, right, Horatio?” I say and pat the boy’s shoulder who finally sketches a smile.
After Paul and Abby leave, we have dinner and watch a documentary on Discovery Channel before I tuck Horatio in and press a goodnight kiss on his forehead. I think I’ll take him to the zoo tomorrow because every kid likes animals and he has so much to learn there. I’m not sure what we’ll do in the rest of his spring holiday, but I’m sure we’ll find something interesting.
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I hope this story is still enjoyable for you. Honestly, I feel alienated from it and from writing BellDom in general.
