retired open post // will still tag in if threads are ongoing!

[exastris_scientia]

1. pick a character and tag them in the subject line.
2. post pictures, starters, whatevs
3. profit!

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yes 911 i'd like to report a feels situation

[skippedthatcourse]

Sir.

[Evan salutes and even manages to not break eye contact. This he can do, the routine, the expected. It's a lifetime's worth of protocol helping them through the next moments of him leaving. But it's good and necessary to end this here and now because Evan doesn't know how much longer he can keep it up. The way back to his quarters feels too long, an absurd walk of shame - even long after Sheppard is out of view.

You blew it.

Evan grinds his teeth, annoyed that Atlantis doesn't provide him with a door he can slam shut (the soft, almost inaudible hiss is really unsatisfactory right now) and stops in the middle of the room. He feels like throwing a tantrum but he values his few belongings too much to thrash the place, even now.]

Yep. Blew it.

more like a murder wtf are you talking about

[puddlejumped]

[ John manages a nod at the sir and that's---well, that's it. He can hear him retreating from where John is standing in front of his quarters still, and stands there until he can't anymore.

He's---well, he's still not exactly sure what just happened. The only thing he's real certain of is the fact that it hurt. A lot. The kind of hurt that he thought he left behind with Nancy. Just sign the papers, John. Don't make this more difficult than it needs to be.

He shakes himself, visibly, out of the memory, and hastily swipes his door open to shuffle inside. He pulls out the letters he'd stuffed in his pocket, and drops them onto the nightstand, still partially crumpled, and ---let's himself sink onto the bed.

Way to go, John. Real good job with that. ]