A Thousand Unlit Candles by Carin (PG)
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stargateficrecSorry for another late start, but I went on holiday and didn't have internet access when I thought I would :)
Rec Category: Rodney/Elizabeth
Pairing: Rodney/Elizabeth
Category: Friendship, h/c, drama
Warning: none
Author on LJ:soapbox_solo38
Author's Website: none
Link: A Thousand Unlit Candles
Why this must be read:
They are the flamekeepers, the ones whose candles burn at both ends, and the ones who pass on the duty.
This is definitely more of a friendship piece but it is a beautiful look at how Elizabeth manages to convince Rodney to never give up hope. Without being overly soppy Carin uses the imagery of a candle's flame to show that only one person needs to have hope for it to be effective. Rodney is written really well in this piece, with him taking on board what Elizabeth has told him, even if outwardly, he still appears the same
Rec Category: Rodney/Elizabeth
Pairing: Rodney/Elizabeth
Category: Friendship, h/c, drama
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
soapbox_solo38Author's Website: none
Link: A Thousand Unlit Candles
Why this must be read:
They are the flamekeepers, the ones whose candles burn at both ends, and the ones who pass on the duty.
This is definitely more of a friendship piece but it is a beautiful look at how Elizabeth manages to convince Rodney to never give up hope. Without being overly soppy Carin uses the imagery of a candle's flame to show that only one person needs to have hope for it to be effective. Rodney is written really well in this piece, with him taking on board what Elizabeth has told him, even if outwardly, he still appears the same
Do you see how small this candle is?” Elizabeth asked, the question, from her tone, rhetorical. “But look at how much light it sheds.”
McKay blinked, glanced around him. For such a little flame, it was illuminating a good deal of the cramped closet, enough so that he could read the labels on some of the closer gauze and alcohol packets.
“This is like hope, Rodney.” Her soft voice drew his gaze back to her face. “Even if there are a thousand unlit candles, one can make all the difference. All it takes is the one.” She didn’t look away from him as she lifted the candle and held it out, placing it in his hand. “Keep your hope, always.”
