Hee. I've been tempted to do a Dune fusion, too. Desert and tradition and sex on sand. Yes. I do think like that. *g*
I love those lines too--the story finally came together when I found them and I found my center in the fic. If that makes sense. I knew what I was writing about.
Reading the original story, it never even occurred to me that John might wear it--but now it seems so obvious! --And now you've slain me, because it's Rodney in the golden hue and he's gone and bought his own colors for John.
Exactly! A green silk wedding ring, almost. I bet he'd sew it himself if he had time. I just love the idea of clothes being so--impersonal and yet personal at the same time. Rodney's bedjacket that John can't admit he loves to feel, loves to see on Rodney, the boots Rodney gets him and *measured him for*, the fabric that's so impractical for their lives, but wanting to see it on John, wanting John to wear something silly and beautiful and impractical that Rodney got for him--that just does things to me. I totally have at thing for shared clothes, or giving clothes. It's so personal, especially now when everyone shares everything.
Oh, oh YES. I can see this image, and I'm no artist but I wish I were because that NEEDS to be illustrated. Fabulous work. I think my favorite part of this story is the fact that there was this horrible illness but they survived--by which I mean, the story doesn't dwell on it, and neither do they, but it sets such a vivid scene for the story.
God, I would love to see a picture too. *sighs* I may pretty-beg for my birthday I think. *makes note* And thank you. I love writing post-secession Atlantis, and what they'd endure, and how they'd triumph over it. Rodney's my best voice for that, because he'd have both the most time adjusting, in a way (all the scientists, actually) and also be the most able to of them because of who he is and who he's becoming on the show. Plus, Rodney plowing. John totally does not admit he watches that either.
*hugs you* Thank you so much for the fantastic feedback. I'm so glad it worked this well for you!
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I love those lines too--the story finally came together when I found them and I found my center in the fic. If that makes sense. I knew what I was writing about.
Reading the original story, it never even occurred to me that John might wear it--but now it seems so obvious! --And now you've slain me, because it's Rodney in the golden hue and he's gone and bought his own colors for John.
Exactly! A green silk wedding ring, almost. I bet he'd sew it himself if he had time. I just love the idea of clothes being so--impersonal and yet personal at the same time. Rodney's bedjacket that John can't admit he loves to feel, loves to see on Rodney, the boots Rodney gets him and *measured him for*, the fabric that's so impractical for their lives, but wanting to see it on John, wanting John to wear something silly and beautiful and impractical that Rodney got for him--that just does things to me. I totally have at thing for shared clothes, or giving clothes. It's so personal, especially now when everyone shares everything.
Oh, oh YES. I can see this image, and I'm no artist but I wish I were because that NEEDS to be illustrated. Fabulous work. I think my favorite part of this story is the fact that there was this horrible illness but they survived--by which I mean, the story doesn't dwell on it, and neither do they, but it sets such a vivid scene for the story.
God, I would love to see a picture too. *sighs* I may pretty-beg for my birthday I think. *makes note* And thank you. I love writing post-secession Atlantis, and what they'd endure, and how they'd triumph over it. Rodney's my best voice for that, because he'd have both the most time adjusting, in a way (all the scientists, actually) and also be the most able to of them because of who he is and who he's becoming on the show. Plus, Rodney plowing. John totally does not admit he watches that either.
*hugs you* Thank you so much for the fantastic feedback. I'm so glad it worked this well for you!