That episode is going to bring back so many horrid memories of all the rape fic that popped up whenever Kolya made an appearance, mostly because I've no doubt the rape fic is going to be making a reappearance after this. *sigh*
Thankfully I have never read any of this Kolya rape fic of which you speak! But I support the sporking of Kolya just on general principle! *joins you in the sporking*
pollitt*so, um, after the bad guys go'way, can we get Rodney there holding John pieta-style? Only, you know, without the death*
tex Oh, wow. You just totally blew my mind! *daydreams*
pollitt "God da--, when I get my hands on-- they'll-- a quick death is too good for them." Rodney shifts, moving so he's no longer sitting on his heels, extending one leg behind John's back to help prop him up.
"Easy, Rodney," John says, a bit muzzily, the dull pain mixing with the sharp stings and bits from the Genii's fist, the ropes at his wrist.
"Kolya has had too many chances. Too many close calls. If I have to-- with my bare hands," Rodney says, not heeding John's words, but mindful, oh so careful of any injuries John may have. John's back is cradled in one of his arms and he reaches with the other to touch John's jaw where a bruise is beginning to form.
John reaches up, resting his hand over Rodney's. It hurts to smile, so he manages a tiny grin, letting his head rest against Rodney's shoulder and Rodney's words--angry, full of action--create a protective shield around them.
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ICK! *sporks Kolya* STOP TOUCHING JOHN!!!! ::shudders::
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You did see the other pics from this shoot, right? With the ropes? On his knees? Excuse me, I think the thermostat in here needs adjusting...
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You did see the other pics from this shoot, right? With the ropes? On his knees?
Ooooh yeah. I've seen the pics. And wrote a little, even :) (http://tex.livejournal.com/306644.html?thread=5365204#t5365204)
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pollitt*so, um, after the bad guys go'way, can we get Rodney there holding John pieta-style? Only, you know, without the death*
tex
Oh, wow. You just totally blew my mind! *daydreams*
pollitt
"God da--, when I get my hands on-- they'll-- a quick death is too good for them." Rodney shifts, moving so he's no longer sitting on his heels, extending one leg behind John's back to help prop him up.
"Easy, Rodney," John says, a bit muzzily, the dull pain mixing with the sharp stings and bits from the Genii's fist, the ropes at his wrist.
"Kolya has had too many chances. Too many close calls. If I have to-- with my bare hands," Rodney says, not heeding John's words, but mindful, oh so careful of any injuries John may have. John's back is cradled in one of his arms and he reaches with the other to touch John's jaw where a bruise is beginning to form.
John reaches up, resting his hand over Rodney's. It hurts to smile, so he manages a tiny grin, letting his head rest against Rodney's shoulder and Rodney's words--angry, full of action--create a protective shield around them.