What I am thinking about right now

[brainofck]

In his aerie, Jack discarded the shirt-contraptions and his belt. He never mentioned it, but Daniel presumed that they must constrain or chafe or otherwise be uncomfortable. He would lounge on the strange, low-backed bench, watching TIVO'd Simpsons episodes, or sometimes Discovery Channel nature programs (Daniel was sure it was not his imagination that they were too frequently about small mammals, and that they were viewed with an intensity that Daniel found frankly unsettling), or hockey. Daniel knew people noticed the pale silver-blue feathers that peeked occasionally from Jack's hair, but he suspected that no one aside from himself and the base physician were aware of the fine, soft, translucent layer that insulated Jack's torso and biceps, and disappeared into the waistband of his low-riding jeans.

Comments

[zats-clear.livejournal.com]

omg has all new visual images of Daniel with a mouthful of feathers...the cat that ate the as-it-were canary!

and um, Jack as predator...your cat watches tv, non?

that damnable fic! I think in bad french!english all the time now

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

the cat that ate the as-it-were canary

Heh. That's a good one! And the mouthful of feathers had not occurred to me yet.

Non? Hahahaha! You could talk like Buck! :D

[starting-gate.livejournal.com]

Daniel with a mouthful of feathers

But does it taste like chicken?

Ahem. Yeah. I like that visual.

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

Tastes like chicken? I'm sure the hawk in him is highly offended.

[starting-gate.livejournal.com]

Squab? Turkey? Hummingbird tongue? How would Daniel know? Maybe Daniel's never tasted hawk. Before now.