Wanted? That was... maybe another world, some reincarnated copy, in some remarkably less fucked up version of existence -
John had two types, funny as that was. It was understandable that different life situations brought out different qualities in him that meshed better one type or the other. First was the strong and sharp woman, all unfluffy around the edges. The one who could hand his ass to him on a platter, who always challenged him and made sure he never thought too well of himself. The other was bright and brainy one, comfortable to be with and sweet in ways she never did notice. Easy to talk to, disarming for all those little important reasons.
Cayce was Type Two. He had almost married someone like her, back on Earth when he was younger. Of course there was some part of him that was aware, if it had been somewhere else, somewhen else, he might have thought....
Aeryn was both types combined. She had grown and changed so extraordinarily in the time he had known her, and so much of that was because him. Them. Who they were together. And that sounded like sappy romantic garbage, but with the lives they had led, it was comforting to know that sappy romantic garbage could exist. Something had to come out right.
John believed in Fate. He believed they had been meant for each other.
"You've ruined my life." "I know."
He couldn't bring himself to raise his voice. "You mind my asking exactly what gives you call to be a judgmental asshole who assumes he's got everyone's number without bothering to know them at all? Because I don't recall asking your opinion on my friendships, relationships or otherwise."
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Date: 2007-11-19 02:05 am (UTC)John had two types, funny as that was. It was understandable that different life situations brought out different qualities in him that meshed better one type or the other. First was the strong and sharp woman, all unfluffy around the edges. The one who could hand his ass to him on a platter, who always challenged him and made sure he never thought too well of himself. The other was bright and brainy one, comfortable to be with and sweet in ways she never did notice. Easy to talk to, disarming for all those little important reasons.
Cayce was Type Two. He had almost married someone like her, back on Earth when he was younger. Of course there was some part of him that was aware, if it had been somewhere else, somewhen else, he might have thought....
Aeryn was both types combined. She had grown and changed so extraordinarily in the time he had known her, and so much of that was because him. Them. Who they were together. And that sounded like sappy romantic garbage, but with the lives they had led, it was comforting to know that sappy romantic garbage could exist. Something had to come out right.
John believed in Fate. He believed they had been meant for each other.
"You've ruined my life."
"I know."
He couldn't bring himself to raise his voice. "You mind my asking exactly what gives you call to be a judgmental asshole who assumes he's got everyone's number without bothering to know them at all? Because I don't recall asking your opinion on my friendships, relationships or otherwise."