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Apr. 24th, 2005 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sealieEKUU rules, okay
You know we never said if this was pre or post Sen too.
Jim froze. He’d walked with the ease of familiarity in a body which was not his own, to his garrison.
“Garrison?”
Weird fuckin’ sentinel shit
Dew had seeped through his coarse woollen socks. He looked down at his knobbly knees and socks and sandals. What kind of weird hippie shit had he stepped in? Socks and sandals? Actually it looked like he had stepped in some sheep…
“Jim? Jim?”
A large, warm hand patted his cheek. Jim blinked, and knees, now encased in top of the range gortex trousers, gave way. He plopped down on his butt with all the grace of a wilting butterfly.
“Jim!”
Blair held his bicep, but it didn’t stop Jim sagging sideways. Blair could only control his descent, fumbling to stop his head bagging on the cold stone floor. Jim lay, eyes barely open, Blair’s hand trapped between his cheek and the floor. Fingers fluttered against his throat, pressing down on the pulse that throbbed in his ears.
“Jim?” Blair crouched down to his level, practically lying on his stomach. “Jim?”
You know we never said if this was pre or post Sen too.
Jim froze. He’d walked with the ease of familiarity in a body which was not his own, to his garrison.
“Garrison?”
Weird fuckin’ sentinel shit
Dew had seeped through his coarse woollen socks. He looked down at his knobbly knees and socks and sandals. What kind of weird hippie shit had he stepped in? Socks and sandals? Actually it looked like he had stepped in some sheep…
“Jim? Jim?”
A large, warm hand patted his cheek. Jim blinked, and knees, now encased in top of the range gortex trousers, gave way. He plopped down on his butt with all the grace of a wilting butterfly.
“Jim!”
Blair held his bicep, but it didn’t stop Jim sagging sideways. Blair could only control his descent, fumbling to stop his head bagging on the cold stone floor. Jim lay, eyes barely open, Blair’s hand trapped between his cheek and the floor. Fingers fluttered against his throat, pressing down on the pulse that throbbed in his ears.
“Jim?” Blair crouched down to his level, practically lying on his stomach. “Jim?”
