cachexia, by sin [blood challenge]
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cachexia
Sheppard/McKay
many thanks to
coreopsis,
nemoinis and
ink_stain for hand holding while I tried something different. :)
cachexia
Each look, a warning
-- DEFCON 3 and falling, as his eyes are drawn back again and again. Magnetic north, when all he's had are southern climes.
Each word, a hammer
-- a battering ram wrapped in sarcasm, blundering like a bull in a china shop, but breaking down walls with no by your leave, no manners, in a way that borders on sly.
Each touch, like frostbite
-- cool at first, then a slow spreading warmth that enervates him, lulls him with dreams that turn painful. Human flesh, awash with returning sensation, screams.
Each kiss, a razorblade
-- scalpel-sharp, slicing clean and delicate through his layers. The bite only comes after the lingering taste of each swipe of Rodney's tongue, after each press of Rodney's lips, fades.
He wishes there was blood -- a red stain on snow, flagged bright and vivid, a wound -- something, anything, to show the truth, to show how he's been cracked open and gutted out.
Something tangible.
Something other than the soft look in Rodney's eyes when John raises shaking fingers to touch his face.
Sheppard/McKay
many thanks to
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cachexia
Each look, a warning
-- DEFCON 3 and falling, as his eyes are drawn back again and again. Magnetic north, when all he's had are southern climes.
Each word, a hammer
-- a battering ram wrapped in sarcasm, blundering like a bull in a china shop, but breaking down walls with no by your leave, no manners, in a way that borders on sly.
Each touch, like frostbite
-- cool at first, then a slow spreading warmth that enervates him, lulls him with dreams that turn painful. Human flesh, awash with returning sensation, screams.
Each kiss, a razorblade
-- scalpel-sharp, slicing clean and delicate through his layers. The bite only comes after the lingering taste of each swipe of Rodney's tongue, after each press of Rodney's lips, fades.
He wishes there was blood -- a red stain on snow, flagged bright and vivid, a wound -- something, anything, to show the truth, to show how he's been cracked open and gutted out.
Something tangible.
Something other than the soft look in Rodney's eyes when John raises shaking fingers to touch his face.
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Date: 2005-05-04 08:57 am (UTC)(and made me go to a dictionary)
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Date: 2005-05-04 11:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-04 11:04 am (UTC)Magnetic north, when all he's had are southern climes.
Sooo many meanings to this!
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Date: 2005-05-07 09:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-04 11:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-05-04 01:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-07 09:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-04 04:21 pm (UTC)I love it when it means so much.
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Date: 2005-05-07 10:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-04 05:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-07 09:51 pm (UTC)