A History of FlightbratfarrarNovember 15 2007, 21:32:57 UTC
When John's four, his uncle shows him how to make a paper airplane. John spends the next hour sending paper airplanes soaring down the stairs to crash into the front door
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Re: A History of FlightbratfarrarNovember 16 2007, 22:23:44 UTC
I imagine it took every bit of experience he had in flying anything to manage getting Atlantis airborne. Something that big has got to be hideously clumsy.
When John's thirty-something, a bit, and a couple years, he sits back in a chair that glows at his touch and flies a city.
Another brilliant last word - you have such a talent for these things! One of my favorite things about this piece, though, is the way you describe his age... It's just so John, measuring age in chunks of events and such. :D *huggles*
Oh, and I owe you a topic still, don't I? Ummm.... Well, SGA (because I'm a nerd), and the water immediately surrounding Atlantis (because I feel like going for a swim).
The Sweep of the SeabratfarrarNovember 23 2007, 15:01:42 UTC
Ronon grows up in a city surrounded by fields and forests, the closest body of water a single river wending its slow way through the countryside. His family goes to the ocean only once, a trip taking almost a day and a half, and memorable largely for the number of fights between his siblings. But he will always remember the limitless expanse of sea and sky-and how almost frightened he is by it.
Later, after having spent seven lifetimes running from planet to planet, forest to field to village and back again, he finds himself in city that isn’t supposed to exist anymore. When he looks out his window-and he isn’t sure what that means anymore, to have something, some place belong to him-he sees only ocean and sky, and that should frighten him, he thinks. But instead there is something comforting about the empty, endless horizon. You are safe here, it seems to say. Here, you are safe.
Re: The Sweep of the SeakriadydragonNovember 24 2007, 00:01:43 UTC
Oh Ronon, I know how you feel! *is swept by a wave of Annapolis-sickness* This is lovely, darling. I'm all smooshy inside now. *gives many huggles of gratitude* Have a wonderful and relaxing break!
Re: The Sweep of the SeabratfarrarNovember 24 2007, 05:07:40 UTC
You most certainly are somebody! Are you warm, down in sunny FL? It's currently well below freezing up here. Thought my nose might freeze off while I was walking the dog tonight.
Re: The Sweep of the SeabratfarrarMay 17 2008, 20:05:45 UTC
I'm glad to hear you say so--Ronon's a lot more reticent than John is. John sort of just dumped his whole pre-military life into my head. Ronon only gives me dribs and drabs as prompted.
Re: A History of FlighttrishkafibbleMay 17 2008, 05:17:00 UTC
I love seeing these little bits of your John backstory used in different contexts, and I love the way things look different and simpler and more meaningful when you show them through his eyes. I am not. Going. To use. The "L" word.
Flight. Lots and lots of flight. Can be SGA, can be something else entirely, so long as it takes to the skys.
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Another brilliant last word - you have such a talent for these things! One of my favorite things about this piece, though, is the way you describe his age... It's just so John, measuring age in chunks of events and such. :D *huggles*
Oh, and I owe you a topic still, don't I? Ummm.... Well, SGA (because I'm a nerd), and the water immediately surrounding Atlantis (because I feel like going for a swim).
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Later, after having spent seven lifetimes running from planet to planet, forest to field to village and back again, he finds himself in city that isn’t supposed to exist anymore. When he looks out his window-and he isn’t sure what that means anymore, to have something, some place belong to him-he sees only ocean and sky, and that should frighten him, he thinks. But instead there is something comforting about the empty, endless horizon. You are safe here, it seems to say. Here, you are safe.
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