Show: SGA
Rec Category: Lorne
Characters: Evan Lorne, John Sheppard, OCs
Pairings: none
Categories: Gen
Warnings: Swears, torture (offscreen), angst (dark-ish because of war themes)
Author on LJ:
roaringmice
Author's Website: none
Link: Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by RoaringMice
Summary by the author:
"He’d seen this much blood before."
Why This Must Be Read:
A look beneath Lorne's seemingly unflappable canonical surface. Great Lorne POV.
I want to quote the author herself because I can't say it any better:
"These are guys. More than that - they are *military* guys. Men. They don't talk. When they do, it's not like women talk.
They feel, but they bury it. They have to, in order to do their job.
It gets them later."
Evan glanced into the mirror over his sink, then away. The look in his eyes; he saw everything there despite the dimness of the room: Kosovo, and his recent time as a POW, and his time in the infirmary, and everything. Everything.
God, when you couldn’t even look yourself in the eye, what the hell did that mean?
Pushing away from the sink, he sat down, hard, on the floor, back to the wall of the tiny bathroom. He stared down at his hands.
Rec Category: Lorne
Characters: Evan Lorne, John Sheppard, OCs
Pairings: none
Categories: Gen
Warnings: Swears, torture (offscreen), angst (dark-ish because of war themes)
Author on LJ:
Author's Website: none
Link: Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by RoaringMice
Summary by the author:
"He’d seen this much blood before."
Why This Must Be Read:
A look beneath Lorne's seemingly unflappable canonical surface. Great Lorne POV.
I want to quote the author herself because I can't say it any better:
"These are guys. More than that - they are *military* guys. Men. They don't talk. When they do, it's not like women talk.
They feel, but they bury it. They have to, in order to do their job.
It gets them later."
Evan glanced into the mirror over his sink, then away. The look in his eyes; he saw everything there despite the dimness of the room: Kosovo, and his recent time as a POW, and his time in the infirmary, and everything. Everything.
God, when you couldn’t even look yourself in the eye, what the hell did that mean?
Pushing away from the sink, he sat down, hard, on the floor, back to the wall of the tiny bathroom. He stared down at his hands.