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Date: 2018-03-07 05:17 am (UTC)
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Okay.

[He almost jumps when poe's powdered fingers make contact. There's a jolt of something, like a static shock. It shoots straight down John's spine and into his gut. Then a softer, steadier buzz conducted by the path of Poe's fingertips over his skin. The combination has John half hard by the time Poe is behind him. He shivers.

It's been a solid decade since John's done anything stronger than what's been prescribed to him by a doctor. For John, flight has always been his highest high, and danger his quiet addiction.

His neck softens, head falling forward with a heavy sigh. Tension easing. Muscle relaxing. Shoulders dropping. He becomes smaller, and narrower. John presents so much bigger and stronger than he is. He's had to, in order to lead the pack and stand beside men and women greater than himself. He can convince most people. At least for long enough to get the job done.

Here, now, John doesn't have to convince anyone. It's a relief.]


Feels... good. Kinda like pulling G's.
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