let me sail, let me crash upon your shore (Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney, heat)siriaeveApril 9 2007, 22:59:38 UTC
They're seven days out from Lynthon City, but the captain tells John it'll be another seven days still before they reach the capital; it's the half-way point of the journey, and the sky is like nothing John's ever seen--a deep and monochrome blue that flares brightly overhead through the breaks in the jungle canopy. During the day, he likes to lie on his back on the deck, right up at the prow, and watch it, look for the glimpses that appear through the breaks in the trees, trying to read rhythm and pattern in the way the blue appears and disappears, in the play of light and shadow
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Re: let me sail, let me crash upon your shore (Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney, heat)dogearedApril 10 2007, 01:10:26 UTC
Ohhhhh there's just so much here, what's explicit and what's implied, and I love love them holding hands, and pressing together as if Rodney's cold and John's all blessed heat, and Rodney's longer hair, and all the parts of river and sky and ship. SO lovely! ♥!
Re: let me sail, let me crash upon your shore (Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney, heat)sheafrotherdonApril 10 2007, 03:19:27 UTC
Oooof, how I love this - the lazy rythym of the words pushing past like water, Rodney's drowsiness, his trust, his affection, John's solidity, and the fragments of a large story we'll never no. SO. LOVELY.
Re: let me sail, let me crash upon your shore (Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney, heat)terribilitaApril 11 2007, 21:02:28 UTC
This is so beautiful and just. Lush. So much so that you almost forget that in the background something's wrong and Atlantis is gone. Thanks, this was lovely.
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