OMG, absolutely lovely fic for an absolutely lovely piece of artwork!
Heartbreaking and heartfelt, tinged with moments of startling but realistic humor. You always write the team -- individually and together-- so very, very well, but some of the character moments you have here are breathtaking. Some of my favorites:
It seemed there was no particular insight she might glean from this conversation – only a headache to be bought by pursuing things further. "Well. I am grateful for this . . . frank conversation," Teyla managed. "Perhaps later we might shoot things."
"Awesome." John's body relaxed in a moment and he grinned at her. "Yeah. Okay. So, I'll radio you after – I got a thing with . . . " He stood, and clapped her on the shoulder. "Good sticks." And he left. --
"He's military, so if he wanted to engage in things with people who also enjoyed other things, he'd have to be doing things with women who liked those things, not men. Because the Congress of the United States has decided that women who like doing things with women and men who like doing things with men, or perhaps men and women who enjoy, like me, a variety of propositions including periodic enjoyment of things with people like themselves, well, they can't use guns. Or something. Things are bad for morale – which, I think you'll agree, is patently untrue."
"Things are great for morale," Ronon put in. "I was in the Army. I had things."
-- "Did they get you drunk and you confessed your thing to them instead of, oh, say, to me? Because if you're looking to get laid, telling me is just a tad quicker than trusting it to your fifth-grade minions!"
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Heartbreaking and heartfelt, tinged with moments of startling but realistic humor. You always write the team -- individually and together-- so very, very well, but some of the character moments you have here are breathtaking. Some of my favorites:
It seemed there was no particular insight she might glean from this conversation – only a headache to be bought by pursuing things further. "Well. I am grateful for this . . . frank conversation," Teyla managed. "Perhaps later we might shoot things."
"Awesome." John's body relaxed in a moment and he grinned at her. "Yeah. Okay. So, I'll radio you after – I got a thing with . . . " He stood, and clapped her on the shoulder. "Good sticks." And he left.
--
"He's military, so if he wanted to engage in things with people who also enjoyed other things, he'd have to be doing things with women who liked those things, not men. Because the Congress of the United States has decided that women who like doing things with women and men who like doing things with men, or perhaps men and women who enjoy, like me, a variety of propositions including periodic enjoyment of things with people like themselves, well, they can't use guns. Or something. Things are bad for morale – which, I think you'll agree, is patently untrue."
"Things are great for morale," Ronon put in. "I was in the Army. I had things."
--
"Did they get you drunk and you confessed your thing to them instead of, oh, say, to me? Because if you're looking to get laid, telling me is just a tad quicker than trusting it to your fifth-grade minions!"
"Am I offended by that?" Ronon asked Teyla.
--
Love this.