A Diplomacy of Trees, by quercus (G)
Mar. 14th, 2021 05:13 pm.
A Diplomacy of Trees, by quercus
(aka Lemon Drop and Mira)
Show: SG-1
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Teal'c
Pairings: Jack/Daniel
Categories: M/M, Off-World, Team
Warnings: none
Author's Journal:
mirabile
Author's Website: quercus, on AO3
Link: A Diplomacy of Trees
Why This Must Be Read: While exploring a seemingly untouched land, off-world, the team intuit a serene presence. For those of you out there who prefer to stick to stories labeled as Gen / no-pairings, please do pass over the categories and read this graceful story - in essence, this is a Gen story (the genders of who loves who are immaterial). Its tranquility is magical, in concept, in imagery, in tone ... from Daniel's melancholic sense of yearning, of loss, in the beginning through to his sense of fulfillment in the end, this story is absolutely beautiful.
This was not his world, he thought. His world was covered in golden sand, that sifted through the cloth-hung doorways and drifted in corners. Soft to his toes, warm even in the cold night, gritty and annoying and so very beautiful. A moving living world of sand, where as a child he'd played and as an adult he'd married and loved.
This, though -- this was something other. Something alien. An intelligence he could barely recognize, with which he could not communicate. They shared no experience and, while not hostile, they were foreign to each other. The barrier between them was too great, the distance too far; they could glimpse each other, respect each other, but they could never meet.
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A Diplomacy of Trees, by quercus
(aka Lemon Drop and Mira)
Show: SG-1
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Teal'c
Pairings: Jack/Daniel
Categories: M/M, Off-World, Team
Warnings: none
Author's Journal:
Author's Website: quercus, on AO3
Link: A Diplomacy of Trees
Why This Must Be Read: While exploring a seemingly untouched land, off-world, the team intuit a serene presence. For those of you out there who prefer to stick to stories labeled as Gen / no-pairings, please do pass over the categories and read this graceful story - in essence, this is a Gen story (the genders of who loves who are immaterial). Its tranquility is magical, in concept, in imagery, in tone ... from Daniel's melancholic sense of yearning, of loss, in the beginning through to his sense of fulfillment in the end, this story is absolutely beautiful.
This was not his world, he thought. His world was covered in golden sand, that sifted through the cloth-hung doorways and drifted in corners. Soft to his toes, warm even in the cold night, gritty and annoying and so very beautiful. A moving living world of sand, where as a child he'd played and as an adult he'd married and loved.
This, though -- this was something other. Something alien. An intelligence he could barely recognize, with which he could not communicate. They shared no experience and, while not hostile, they were foreign to each other. The barrier between them was too great, the distance too far; they could glimpse each other, respect each other, but they could never meet.
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