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[nny]

Sad. :(

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[the-drifter.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

They are very much appreciated, thank you.

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

The doors whisper when they open. There's a story there, a tale told with sibilant sounds, but John doesn't want to hear it. He just stares and stares, because staring is all he can do right now, and doesn't wonder who's at the door, who's making it hiss out greetings or warnings, whatever the sound might be.

His shoulders are bumped, then his neck, and someone mutters too loud to be ignored, ".. wrong with you," caustic and cutting and all the things John doesn't want to hear. Abrasive or soft and compelling -- all of it's bad.

His body is moved, but he doesn't fight it. Just stares at white-capped blue waves that crawl like ants so far below, back and forth, and forth and back and it's the metronome of his mind, the only thing that gives him balance.

"Fucking drugs," someone says, clear and guttural, and then.

Then there's warm, puffing warm and wet on the back of his neck, running over his back, his ass, thighs and calves. There's weight on his stomach, pulling him back solidly against something that is big and heavy and strong scalding through the blank silence around his mind until he can hear.

Beat. Beat. Beat.

The waves lose focus, wavering off in the distance because -- because he is in his room, John realizes, and Rodney is curled up around him like John is a lost toy he thought gone forever, luckily found before the junk pile thrown out.

"I hate the chair," Rodney says, worry and fear thick as the fingers that tighten on his sternum.

John does, too, hates that he can't think beyond a few precious inches, can't feel unless he's forced to, not for a while. Not until Atlantis' venom is washed from his system, taking away the memories everyone else must carry for him.

"I'm fine," he says, and this time, it's not a lie.

Rodney's lips brush his skin, an imprint John can feel in the deepest parts of him. "You will be."

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Your brain is a beautiful place, thank you for sharing it with me.

♥

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it, bb.

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

*smish?*

(ETA: er, the smish is for Nny, I also meant to add that the story is very pretty. :) )

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Thankz for smishage

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

Hee, thank you!

[mecurtin.livejournal.com]

have some kittehs!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Dude, the local cat has infested us with a flea, I'm totally cat scowly at present. XD

(thank you though.)

[uninvitedcat.livejournal.com]

*8-(

:hugs:

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[foreverdirt.livejournal.com]

*nuzzles you*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*strokes your lovely fuzzy head*

[forest-rose.livejournal.com]

*snuggles* xxx

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sweetpea.

[torakowalski.livejournal.com]

*cuddles you* ♥

(Now posted in the right place, bonus!)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sweet pea. You've sanified me a little, lately, I appreciate it.

[bethan-b-bad.livejournal.com]

:(

*cwtches!*

strangely...

[ekaterinverse.livejournal.com]

(or maybe not)... me, too. how can the shortest month be the longest? it's so *dark* here.
random <3s for you. perhaps tea?

[fer-de-lance.livejournal.com]

Sorry! :(