Thanks to the lovely
j_s_cavalcante and
slidellra for beta. And thanks to
nos4a2no9 for valiantly aiding and abbetting the porn, and for a superspeedy beta. This story would not exist as it is without her input throughout the writing process. Any errors are mine, all mine. Thanks again, my dear!
Written for
stop_drop_porn, for
moosesal’s prompt of "ring."
Ray's Caribbean Adventure
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Sometimes he feels like going north. There, at least, the landscape will reflect the desolate landscape inside of his heart. But he can't contemplate leaving their familiar haunts. Sometimes it feels like those haunts are all he has left of him.
Sincerely,
Team Angst
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Sometimes, he feels like going north. There, at least, the landscape will reflect the desolate landscape inside of his heart. But he can't contemplate leaving their familiar haunts. Sometimes, it feels like those haunts are all he has left of him.
Sometimes, he feels like going south, down into the deserts of the west. There, the landscape will still reflect the bleakness of his soul, but the memories might ease their choke hold. There are no shared spaces in the desert, no repositories of emotion and ideas to encounter and brood over.
Angstfully yours,
TA
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"Yeah," Ray says, making the little skeleton dance again, just for the heck of it. "I got a hankering for some chili. And I'm taking my damn haunts with me." Fraser might get a kick out of them.
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And your holidays? ♥
(Santa!Ronon! Hee!)
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And yes, Santa!Ronon! beeej made it, and this one. Nothing says holiday cheer like a large Satedan warrior, don't you think?
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This is lovely and I am terribly overdue in feedbacking it. Drunkdial!Ray has to be a bulletproof kink, and you write him perfectly.
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