"Depths" (1/1)
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kristen999Title: “Depths” (1/1) Gen
Author: Kristen999
Character(s): Sheppard
Genre(s): Stargate Atlantis: Drabble
Rating: K+
Words: 430
Spoilers: None
Summary: It's almost as good as flying.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kriadydragon during one of my open drabble requests. Prompt at the end. Last one!
Not betaed.
John knows what freedom tastes like, he's spilt blood and has killed to retain it. There's a heavy price tag involved, but so is anything worth fighting for.
He sinks deep within the depths, the pressure crushing, unforgiving. His body cuts through barriers, water washes over his back as he lunges further. John's arms chop and carve up the ocean, his legs scream and the lactic acid eats up every inch of muscle.
Heat burns through his body as his lungs spasm and stutter, starving for air. If you pull on the throttle too hard and speed too high in the atmosphere, the thin air will consume your brain. The sea does exactly the same and he stretches his lean frame upwards, every ounce of energy engaging in rapid, strong kicks until he cracks the surface.
Breathe.
John sucks in as oxygen as possible before diving back down.
There's no sound out here--- just silence. The ocean isn't blue, its a myriad of colors reflecting the surface too far down to admire. He's swam too far in his zealous desire for distance, on the mainland he can run...out here he can sink and disappear. Only his dependence for air keeps him from being swallowed up completely.
The beach looms on the horizon, specs of sand and soil promising sweet relief. John loves it here, but his body can only keep going for so long. Treading on top doesn't offer the same type of escape as the liquid beneath him. His chest tightens, his temples throb and the intense burning in his limbs compete with the fire in his lungs.
John rides the current inland, trusting it to return him safely. The adrenaline rush is pure ecstasy, pushing the envelope as nature and physics duel over who gets to keep him. The waves crash, flinging his exhausted body back to the shore, then the water retreats with the tide after surrendering him back to the sun.
He crawls forward, leaving drag marks across the beach and he flips over to soak up the beating rays.
This, this is freedom. He gulps the air, allowing the lethargy to seep into his bones. John waits for his skin to dry, his mind to return from its slumber. The sand warms his bare back, salt evaporates into the air and returns to the water in a never ending cycle.
He longs for his aviator glasses and the shade of a palm tree, but John will just enjoy this high and bask in beauty of the sunset.
--- fin
written forkriadydragon who wanted: Sheppard - swimming, surfing, or skateboarding.
Author: Kristen999
Character(s): Sheppard
Genre(s): Stargate Atlantis: Drabble
Rating: K+
Words: 430
Spoilers: None
Summary: It's almost as good as flying.
Notes: Written for
kriadydragon during one of my open drabble requests. Prompt at the end. Last one!Not betaed.
John knows what freedom tastes like, he's spilt blood and has killed to retain it. There's a heavy price tag involved, but so is anything worth fighting for.
He sinks deep within the depths, the pressure crushing, unforgiving. His body cuts through barriers, water washes over his back as he lunges further. John's arms chop and carve up the ocean, his legs scream and the lactic acid eats up every inch of muscle.
Heat burns through his body as his lungs spasm and stutter, starving for air. If you pull on the throttle too hard and speed too high in the atmosphere, the thin air will consume your brain. The sea does exactly the same and he stretches his lean frame upwards, every ounce of energy engaging in rapid, strong kicks until he cracks the surface.
Breathe.
John sucks in as oxygen as possible before diving back down.
There's no sound out here--- just silence. The ocean isn't blue, its a myriad of colors reflecting the surface too far down to admire. He's swam too far in his zealous desire for distance, on the mainland he can run...out here he can sink and disappear. Only his dependence for air keeps him from being swallowed up completely.
The beach looms on the horizon, specs of sand and soil promising sweet relief. John loves it here, but his body can only keep going for so long. Treading on top doesn't offer the same type of escape as the liquid beneath him. His chest tightens, his temples throb and the intense burning in his limbs compete with the fire in his lungs.
John rides the current inland, trusting it to return him safely. The adrenaline rush is pure ecstasy, pushing the envelope as nature and physics duel over who gets to keep him. The waves crash, flinging his exhausted body back to the shore, then the water retreats with the tide after surrendering him back to the sun.
He crawls forward, leaving drag marks across the beach and he flips over to soak up the beating rays.
This, this is freedom. He gulps the air, allowing the lethargy to seep into his bones. John waits for his skin to dry, his mind to return from its slumber. The sand warms his bare back, salt evaporates into the air and returns to the water in a never ending cycle.
He longs for his aviator glasses and the shade of a palm tree, but John will just enjoy this high and bask in beauty of the sunset.
--- fin
written for
kriadydragon who wanted: Sheppard - swimming, surfing, or skateboarding.
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Date: 2007-10-13 04:38 am (UTC)I miss swimming.
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Date: 2007-10-14 03:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-13 05:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-14 03:09 am (UTC):-D
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Date: 2007-10-13 06:41 am (UTC)I love the idea of him seeking freedom. That really strikes a chord with me as being a part of his personality.
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Date: 2007-10-14 03:10 am (UTC)