"Unique Creature" by Tielan (PG-13)
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Rec Category: Genre: Other: Vignette
Pairings: None
Categories: Atlantis, Gen, Humor, Ronon Dex, Vignette
Warning: None
Author on LJ:
tielan
Author's Website: Tielan's Fanfic at thedragonborn.net
Link: "Unique Creature"
Why This Must Be Read:
Ronon is usually such a gung-ho character, and this rather gorgeous fic captures him in a quiet moment.
This is a fantastic mixture of character study and subtle humor. The opening paragraphs feel like a waking dream, and that sets the tone for the whole piece.
Wordcount: 1124
A Teeny Extract
This is the first swim he's had in years where he didn't have one eye on the sky, waiting for the Wraith to come for him. There's no urgency, no need to have his weapons at hand, no tension as he lazily strokes his way through the lapping waves that wash up on Atlantis' piers.
Beyond him, the city gleams in twilight, and the lights from its windows are splintering reflections on the water's surface. He floats in an ocean of quiet, away from the chatter and hum of the people of this city, and lets his thoughts seep into the dark water.
Pairings: None
Categories: Atlantis, Gen, Humor, Ronon Dex, Vignette
Warning: None
Author on LJ:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Author's Website: Tielan's Fanfic at thedragonborn.net
Link: "Unique Creature"
Why This Must Be Read:
Ronon is usually such a gung-ho character, and this rather gorgeous fic captures him in a quiet moment.
This is a fantastic mixture of character study and subtle humor. The opening paragraphs feel like a waking dream, and that sets the tone for the whole piece.
Wordcount: 1124
A Teeny Extract
This is the first swim he's had in years where he didn't have one eye on the sky, waiting for the Wraith to come for him. There's no urgency, no need to have his weapons at hand, no tension as he lazily strokes his way through the lapping waves that wash up on Atlantis' piers.
Beyond him, the city gleams in twilight, and the lights from its windows are splintering reflections on the water's surface. He floats in an ocean of quiet, away from the chatter and hum of the people of this city, and lets his thoughts seep into the dark water.