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Makes an artist feel better when he's sad, makes him aware of his happiness when he's high. Frell, whichever way you put it, a painting just frells with everybody else's dren but makes the painter feel better. John's feelings, though, were the stars when Pilot, at first, had not known the birth of one. John Crichton was that voluminous mystery of another world, that unknown nook whose existence Pilot had only begun to ratify. He quickly slid from his place and glared at Pilot. And you didn't even bother to tell me?
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What is it with you people? Can't you at least try to divert from the whole 'straight out of Doctor Who' thing? I never came here to play Twenty Questions! He left without another word, though he regretted the time lost with the strange, colossal alien. Spending a few arns with him was rare and he had enjoyed Pilot's silent yet compelling presence. By the time he was out the door, he also regretted his farewell.
Spending a second thought, he stopped and swallowed his ego. I hate apologizing…" He then traced his steps to the entrance of the Den. Pilot had already sunk back into his dais but at the sound of Crichton's voice, he managed a full-fledged smile that poured unto Crichton a feeling of significance.
He heaved a sigh that echoed through the walls and once more, he began the quest for the maintenance bay. Just as he was rounding the corner, he heard the muffled steps of someone running towards his direction. Once more, an enraged ex-Peacekeeper had all but sacrificed her dignity to call him. She was jogging towards his general direction and he halted from his tracks, ready to take her on if she so much as lifted a finger.
Her hair came in disarray as she arrested her steady trot and her dark eyes took him into its unsung spell. Even as anger flashed against the backdrop of her interminable beauty, Crichton could not find a reason to simply bark at Aeryn Sun that he was already on his way.
Can't you ever take things seriously? Her eyes coruscated their fiery void and consternation danced like a flame in the middle of all that darkness with the steps of a nymph. It was at times like these that Crichton had the pleasure of studying the obvious planes she had sworn to keep behind a locked door.
The Peacekeeper in her held in it a certain charm and indeed, as John's eyes took in the waterfall of resplendent black hair that held for him a sealed enchantment, the mighty set of her jaws that only emphasized the strength of her eyes and the immensity of pain suppressed, his soul solicited for her to never withdraw. His eyes though, windows to the soul as they were, were left unaided when she dropped all pretense. That drape of ire blinded her from his warmth and she sprouted words of complete gibberish.
That same gibberish made him cringe. He followed her this time, allowing a false anger to brew at the surface. Sooner than he thought, though, the anger turned to bitterness. It certainly isn't me. I could see that…" He studied her expression once more. Her tone was frozen with the chill of an Arctic breeze and John's sensitive inner skin felt the very revolting quality of it.
He loved the wordplay more than anything else. D'Argo watched the brief exchange. Yet again, flying royalty had all but stripped them of prestige. He hovered with a frown that verged on a sneer. I cannot stand the whole stage-play of this plutonic mating dance any longer!
Retire to your rooms and be done with it. Chiana, from behind the food cube she was eating, snickered loudly and D'Argo tried to muffle an equally obnoxious guffaw of his own. The Nebari had her own mind and even as Aeryn flung at her a disgusted, angry look, she accepted it graciously with the prudence of someone who had once take to the streets and had enjoyed more than just a provoking parry.
Aeryn, who clearly intended to vent her emotions somehow, went straight to the point and grabbed the Dominar with both of her fists. John, his eyes dancing with mirth, put a gentle hand on her shoulder.
She afforded a glance at the human and from the look of mutual understanding that passed between them, her expression changed significantly. The human was trying, with as much will as he was accustomed to manifest, to drown the distant grin that threatened to flood his face.
Aeryn let go of the Dominar, if not hesitantly, and she gave him a kick for good measure. She did stalk out of the maintenance bay though, leaving John to deal with the proud Dominar of royal lineage. The Dominar sniffed and hovered his way out. John, though, his blue eyes flashing against the framework of resin, glanced at the Nebari and Luxan huddled together in quiet communion. What in the frelling world is happening here? The Luxan stood at an impressive height and he towered over most of Moya's crew.
He did not surpass Pilot in size though but he did surpass most of them in appearance. He had tentacles about his face that fell like hair down his shoulders but he had a strong tormenting glance that told of a barbaric past.
He was a dangerous man and the metal rings that pierced through his chest as well as the tattoo scraped upon the surface of his skin, told of a warrior and a soul injured by the wiles of Fate. D'argo had always worn a semblance of honor, yet even as it served the purpose of his warlike race, the Luxan held in him a tenderness reserved only for those who knew him. It surfaced amongst Moya's crew and since then, he was a towering armament at times of despair.
D'Argo, whose voice had never been designed for small spaces, tried particularly hard to utter whispered breaths. Chiana had no such problem, and she began to speak in a rather conspiratorial tone.
I don't see how you can find that strange. Not like that, Crichton.
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I have never seen Aeryn this way. It has been continuing for three days. You do the talking. You always do the talking. Can't you make sense half the time? I get the point. So you want an uncontaminated guinea pig like me to get irreversibly contaminated by Aeryn's huge bouts of hellish reasoning.
Though inasmuch as he was desperate to do so, Chiana put a hand on his shoulder and pleaded. I know that you think that this might be some sick joke, but it isn't. Aeryn's mood swings just put us all on edge. She sported outfits that John could only associate with the youth of his world and her manner told him of someone who had matured more than her body could possibly accommodate. But if this is some joke I'll fry you over the grill along with your friend. D'argo's gaze willed him to be serious but as hard as Chiana tried to keep her face straight, a smirk emerged from off her torrid expression and lighted the air around them with merriness.
He had considered it more of a instrument of expression than an obstacle yet everyone, including this Nebari teenager, made no sense of his Earth jargon that had, more than once, sent their heads flailing to find a connection. If Crichton had the opportunity to address the translator microbes in his brain, he could have told them to stop frelling with his mind.
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Chiana did not wait for D'Argo's delayed version of the story. She plunged right into the fray and narrated, as was characteristic of her naivete, with the tone of someone who wanted the problem fixed, though not by her self. By the yotz, she thrashed me like a…a…she thrashed me! How could he possibly deny her that?
And at once, John saw, through the Nebari's eyes, the particular pain inflicted upon her. It was not a physical brawl, nor could it have been. Rather, it was a battle of words and by the tortured glance that Chiana set upon the path Aeryn had taken, the other rival had somehow destroyed the very barriers that made Chiana immune to insult. To John, this turbulent behavior was enough. He left the maintenance bay and spoke into empty air. Is there a problem I should know about?
Aeryn's been a bit of a pain…in the ass. Although I found it quite unfair that Aeryn and Chiana's little bout went…out of hand. There was a pause then Pilot pleaded in that odd, multi-pitched rumble, "Perhaps you can talk to her…? The click indicated that Pilot had cut off communication and now that silence dominated the hall, he certainly felt more alone than he had been just a few arns ago. Aeryn Sun was, to him, a friend and yet to the inner John that existed on a plane of mere possibilities, she was more than what could possibly be put to words.
There was little in his vocabulary to describe the relationship he shared with that woman and try as he might, she evaded him like the plague.
He was that persevering vaccine to the disease the Peacekeepers had somehow inserted within her. Putrid as it seemed to him, he had to respect the machinations of a Peacekeeper mind and the necessary measures it would take to overcome the very reasoning it itself had created.
To fight the very demons you had no knowledge of, other than they were once the angels of protection, was an obstacle of numerous facets and Aeryn, faced with that fact, was an unstable wormhole at the face of creation.
She was a trapped mouse at the mercy of the eagle, an ailing bird whose wings had been torn asunder by a blistering hurricane of reality. Yet despite of her handicap, she had the fangs of a rabid wolf, the defiant screech of a falcon.
John had tried, had reached out with every scrap of humanity he could summon from his 'inferior' body and the resiliency of his mind had been voluntarily molded to Aeryn's needs.
He was now impressionable clay beneath Aeryn's inexperienced hands. Though at first it had scared him, sacrificing his very defenses for the sake of one, but the Aeryn Sun whom he doted on unveiled herself as a diamond of abysmal worth to be found only at the weathered peaks of wind-swept ranges. And at once, John gathered himself and started the long, treacherous trek to the pinnacle.
It was all he could to wonder at the effort he exerted to amend what wrongs the Peacekeepers had somehow inscribed in Aeryn's personality. Deep within, without need of acceptance or gratification, John's compassion had translated his actions to unconstrained feats of ardor.
It is revealed later in the show that suspected emotional bonding is punishable by imprisonment and even death. Aeryn is physically superior to John, having increased senses and a lifetime of intense military training.
The trope of the strong, unemotional man and weaker, but emotionally more mature woman is turned inside-out with John and Aeryn — she can dominate him physically, and he is the one trying to help her get in touch with her emotional side. As the show progresses, John and Aeryn grow closer and begin to even each other out somewhat.
These changes are not sudden, but gradual over multiple seasons with various setbacks, allowing the viewer to appreciate that such things are not immediate or easy. Like River from Firefly, John is pursued relentlessly for the information inside of his brain. Grayza had herself implanted with a gland that excretes Heppel Oil, a substance she uses as a date-rape drug.
If that GIF existed. If I knew how to GIF, it would …. In so many formats, the tale of a hard, military man learning to care for others, getting in touch with his emotions, and embracing his inner nurturer is very common. A current example of the latter can be seen in the new SyFy show Defiance. Joshua Nolan, a former military man haunted by his violent past, raises and protects his alien foster daughter on an Earth transformed by alien technologies.
His relationship and shifted priorities are a direct result of parenthood. Aeryn becomes pregnant, and the prospect of being responsible for another life brings out her emotional side even more. So, if John Crichton and River Tam are starting a support group for victims of mad space science, perhaps Aeryn Sun and Joshua Nolan can start one for military hotshots recovering their people skills through parenthood.
I thought we were goners, but here we are! I fought more while pregnant than you ever did before you found this kid! Once she went on an archaeological dig and found awesome ancient stuff.