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stargateficrec2006-06-14 05:01 pm
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A Thousand Words, by icarus_abides, (R)
Rec Category: Sheppard/Weir
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Category: Angst,
Warning: Character Death
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
icarus_abides
Author's Website: unknown
Link: A Thousand Words.
Why This Must Be Read: Because it is everything a great fanfic should be. Beautiful, moving, perfectly in character, and the story haunts you both in good ways and bad long after you read it. I love the simplicity of this story, and how it ends up being all the more profound because of it. Rich with great details and key moments, this story just feels so achingly true to the characters and their relationship together. This story is why I love reading S/W fanfic so much!
It’s her third birthday since they discovered Atlantis, almost two years since they discovered one another.
She still hasn’t figured out how he knows he knew her birthday, although from bits and pieces that she had gotten over the years, it might have had something to do with a certain Scottish doctor who couldn’t hold his liquor.
Her first present had been the container that she had cremated herself in. She can’t imagine ever considering that thought to be normal, yet she is not as uneasy about it as she could be.
Last year’s present from him had been even simpler, yet far more complicated. Sex. And lots of it. In between one of their sessions while she was trying to regain some of her energy, he had laid his head on her stomach, thumbs tracing lazy patterns across her breasts, and proclaimed that it was the ‘most work put in to any present’ that he had ever given. She had laughed, so deep in her throat that it could have almost been considered a purr. Her fingers had reached down and traced his hairline as she mockingly murmured, “Poor baby.”
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Category: Angst,
Warning: Character Death
Author on LJ:
icarus_abidesAuthor's Website: unknown
Link: A Thousand Words.
Why This Must Be Read: Because it is everything a great fanfic should be. Beautiful, moving, perfectly in character, and the story haunts you both in good ways and bad long after you read it. I love the simplicity of this story, and how it ends up being all the more profound because of it. Rich with great details and key moments, this story just feels so achingly true to the characters and their relationship together. This story is why I love reading S/W fanfic so much!
It’s her third birthday since they discovered Atlantis, almost two years since they discovered one another.
She still hasn’t figured out how he knows he knew her birthday, although from bits and pieces that she had gotten over the years, it might have had something to do with a certain Scottish doctor who couldn’t hold his liquor.
Her first present had been the container that she had cremated herself in. She can’t imagine ever considering that thought to be normal, yet she is not as uneasy about it as she could be.
Last year’s present from him had been even simpler, yet far more complicated. Sex. And lots of it. In between one of their sessions while she was trying to regain some of her energy, he had laid his head on her stomach, thumbs tracing lazy patterns across her breasts, and proclaimed that it was the ‘most work put in to any present’ that he had ever given. She had laughed, so deep in her throat that it could have almost been considered a purr. Her fingers had reached down and traced his hairline as she mockingly murmured, “Poor baby.”