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This, ALL of it, "He should have known, he guesses, that he had a thing - but his things have always been hard to figure out from inside the foggy recesses of his mind. There've been other beds, other bodies - he knows he likes men more than women, likes angles more than curves, has a thing for stubble, even when it burns." and this, "sculpt math to match the arc of his mind, scribble out the hypothesis of John fucking Sheppard, antithesis, synthesis, hypothesis again?" are love. ♥♥♥
I freakin' love your style. Each word has a meaning, a weight, so to speak. There's nothing superflous and yet everything's so necessary, powerful and intense and I can't even---Much like Rodney's sculpting with numbers, you are sculpting with words and asldkajldasj and nnnngggh.
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This, ALL of it, "He should have known, he guesses, that he had a thing - but his things have always been hard to figure out from inside the foggy recesses of his mind. There've been other beds, other bodies - he knows he likes men more than women, likes angles more than curves, has a thing for stubble, even when it burns." and this, "sculpt math to match the arc of his mind, scribble out the hypothesis of John fucking Sheppard, antithesis, synthesis, hypothesis again?" are love. ♥♥♥
I freakin' love your style. Each word has a meaning, a weight, so to speak. There's nothing superflous and yet everything's so necessary, powerful and intense and I can't even---Much like Rodney's sculpting with numbers, you are sculpting with words and asldkajldasj and nnnngggh.