Fic. Dammit.

Great. Yet another WIP. Sometimes I have nightmares wherein the different characters come and stand around my bed, looking pale and miserable, sentence fragments and bits of words painting their skins like half-finished tattoos.

My subconscious is a scary place.

Something new . . . a series of short, connected snippets. See what you think.

( Rodney, After ( 1 / ? ) )

More fic.

Goddamn muses and their tempting tattoos. I'm trying to work, here!


( Rodney, After ( 2 / ? ) )