Love, lift me out of these blues.

[trinityofone]

•I owe several people e-mails, but I'm feeling really icky and anti-social and depressed, so please forgive me for not having gotten back to you yet. However, if you haven't heard from me by tomorrow, please feel free to kick me.

•It's my birthday in 13 days. Ugh.

•I need distraction. Comment with a prompt, and there's a fairly good chance I'll write you a drabble.

•Now to the microwave, away!

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Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair

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Rodney has a dirty little secret. He loves John’s hair.

He loves how it emotes: even when John’s (far too often) stony-faced, Rodney can gather clues from the jumbled strands. He loves that it’s unique: he can always pick John out, even in a crowded room.

He loves how it feels, rough but yielding when he rakes his fingers through, soft when he strokes, holds John’s head against his cheek, chin, mouth.

He loves its color, glossy and black. Not blonde—not blond—but rich, dark, decadent. And below it endless multitudes: like the vast reaches of enduring space.

Re: Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair

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Nina Simone popped up on my iTunes and I couldn't resist. I'm glad you like it.

And I know it's become an occasionally annoying part of fanon, but I really do love John's hair. Even when I'm not drunk on absinthe and convinced it's the most fascinating thing ever created. ;-)