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Virgil hesitated then gently slid his arm further around John’s shoulders, trying to coax his brother close. John didn’t really do affection very often, but tonight seemed like it might be one of those times when there was an exception to be made.
John, soft and pliable, lets himself be pulled into those arms far to easily. He’s too thin, too light and too willing. A jerky, shaky hand raises and fingers slowly begin to curl numbly into the soft, moss-green fabric of Virgil’s sleep t-shirt. The fist begins to wind itself tighter and tighter and a tremor starts like a small earthquake between John’s shoulder blades; as if his world is shaking apart and taking him with it. He’s a man in need of rescue. The arms tighten and then, suddenly, the young astronaut is clinging fiercely to his brother, face buried at Virgil’s throat, limbs trembly and fingers painfully tight, over Virgil’s back as his sibling just holds him there like their Mother would have done.
And that’s what pulls at the thread of John’s consciousness and makes the dream begin to unravel; drawing strength and tension from his limbs and leaving him lax and quiet against his brother with a;
“I’m sorry…”
And just like that, a tension that has lingered since Jeff Tracy disappeared has gone. John had never cried and now he has… it’s like a floodgate has opened.
A part of this RP thread with @sparkwithinme, in which John has a nightmare about their Father’s plane going down and Virgil’s hugs are excellent cures for sad brother's

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Description

Virgil hesitated then gently slid his arm further around John’s shoulders, trying to coax his brother close. John didn’t really do affection very often, but tonight seemed like it might be one of those times when there was an exception to be made.
John, soft and pliable, lets himself be pulled into those arms far to easily. He’s too thin, too light and too willing. A jerky, shaky hand raises and fingers slowly begin to curl numbly into the soft, moss-green fabric of Virgil’s sleep t-shirt. The fist begins to wind itself tighter and tighter and a tremor starts like a small earthquake between John’s shoulder blades; as if his world is shaking apart and taking him with it. He’s a man in need of rescue. The arms tighten and then, suddenly, the young astronaut is clinging fiercely to his brother, face buried at Virgil’s throat, limbs trembly and fingers painfully tight, over Virgil’s back as his sibling just holds him there like their Mother would have done.
And that’s what pulls at the thread of John’s consciousness and makes the dream begin to unravel; drawing strength and tension from his limbs and leaving him lax and quiet against his brother with a;
“I’m sorry…”
And just like that, a tension that has lingered since Jeff Tracy disappeared has gone. John had never cried and now he has… it’s like a floodgate has opened.
A part of this RP thread with @sparkwithinme, in which John has a nightmare about their Father’s plane going down and Virgil’s hugs are excellent cures for sad brother's

On Tumblr: lenle-g.tumblr.com/post/141395…

[Please do not repost or pin to external sites]