nel

i know i know. we all interpret johnny as charismatic rockerboy who fucks and doesn’t have crushes because that’s lame. but there is something beautiful about the idea of a silverhand who is simultaneously so emotionally suppressed but also so into V that it makes him ill. the guy who’s never chased anyone in his life is suddenly viscerally pursuing some rando while trying to stay nonchalant about it. has to drink himself half to death before he has the courage to speak to them. probably jerks off weird style about V and then immediately feels angry and humiliated about it. that’s the good stuff.

Artist: J. Kirk Richards

I am OBSESSED with the concept of Johnny coming back from beyond the blackwall - maybe in a synthetic body built for him - and he and V almost immediately become disgustingly, unapologetically codependent. Always finding excuses to touch each other, the brushing of hands and bumping of shoulders quickly evolves into Johnny's arms always being draped around V and V always sitting in Johnny's lap regardless of how many other seats are available. No one can figure out what the hell they are to each other but they are certainly a package deal, never seen apart. They start sleeping wrapped around each other, clinging, like they are trying to merge back into one being. Existing in two bodies feels wrong in a way they can't explain to anyone else. It makes their nerves buzz and their muscles ache, so very soon they're doing more than sleeping, and it's not just lust, it's because that's the only way to get Johnny inside, and that's the only time either of them feels whole. They started this journey as two souls shoved into one body, but now they feel more like one soul forced to live in two.