Bodyswitch: Birthday Blues
Well, he had achieved cigarettes, though Ronon's desire to smoke them was pretty low. Hell, the entirety of his being felt low. A part of him even felt like pouting, though he was pretty sure this face wasn't quite capable. Well, maybe a little. Ronon had looked at himself in the mirror in one of the washrooms a good long while, just staring at Eden's face staring back. When completely lax, it was expressionless, much like his own, though he was pretty sure his own held a lot more potential aggression behind it. Eden's just looked blank.
After the initial rush of hormones or whatever it was that fueled Eden's baser instincts, Ronon felt himself settle down into a much more calmer state. Yeah, the urge for sex was still there, but a bit more bottled up. It seemed to have to do with the lack of Brendan-like faces in his line of site. Even now, Ronon thought he wouldn't mind seeing Brendan. Even if it was Eden.
Eden. The woman he hardly knew, but was getting to know a little too intimately for his liking. She cared for Brendan, he knew that much, and that feeling settled well with him. Well, maybe not the sex part, but everything else, yeah.
She was also extremely fit, and appeared to enjoy running. She had a great deal of endurance but without the strain of being heavier and oversized. Ronon liked that part. The only part he didn't like, though, was after the fact, when he was all sweaty and needed a shower. Ronon had wanted to avoid things like that if at all possible, but the body he was in had protested immensely. Sure, a little dirt was fine, but outright stench was not. Needless to say, Ronon kept his gaze blankly on the wall in front of him when he did have to shower.
Being in Eden's body made him wonder a lot, think a lot. Want to be alone a lot. So now here he was, in one of his favorite places back when he was in his own body. The kitchen. He was currently sitting at one of the tables, a plate of food in front of him, though it was hardly touched. Eden apparently, didn't take a whole lot of pleasure in eating cookies or muffins or anything his own body had loved.
Huh. Love. That's what was missing, Ronon thought vaguely, his mind elsewhere, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips.
After the initial rush of hormones or whatever it was that fueled Eden's baser instincts, Ronon felt himself settle down into a much more calmer state. Yeah, the urge for sex was still there, but a bit more bottled up. It seemed to have to do with the lack of Brendan-like faces in his line of site. Even now, Ronon thought he wouldn't mind seeing Brendan. Even if it was Eden.
Eden. The woman he hardly knew, but was getting to know a little too intimately for his liking. She cared for Brendan, he knew that much, and that feeling settled well with him. Well, maybe not the sex part, but everything else, yeah.
She was also extremely fit, and appeared to enjoy running. She had a great deal of endurance but without the strain of being heavier and oversized. Ronon liked that part. The only part he didn't like, though, was after the fact, when he was all sweaty and needed a shower. Ronon had wanted to avoid things like that if at all possible, but the body he was in had protested immensely. Sure, a little dirt was fine, but outright stench was not. Needless to say, Ronon kept his gaze blankly on the wall in front of him when he did have to shower.
Being in Eden's body made him wonder a lot, think a lot. Want to be alone a lot. So now here he was, in one of his favorite places back when he was in his own body. The kitchen. He was currently sitting at one of the tables, a plate of food in front of him, though it was hardly touched. Eden apparently, didn't take a whole lot of pleasure in eating cookies or muffins or anything his own body had loved.
Huh. Love. That's what was missing, Ronon thought vaguely, his mind elsewhere, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips.