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A Traveler Knows a Traveler by mirabile_dictu (NC-17)
Happy Birthday David Nykl!
Rec Category: Radek Zelenka
Pairing: Radek Zelenka/Ronon Dex; Elizabeth Weir/Evan Lorne
Categories: slash, Radek Zelenka/Ronon Dex, first time, mild het
Warnings: none
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mirabile_dictu
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Link: A Traveler Knows a Traveler
Why This Must Be Read:
The imagery used to create a unique alien world is simply gorgeous. Radek and Ronon’s relationship progresses as they learn more about the culture and politics of this society.
"Oh," he said softly. The enormous room looked out both over the canal behind the house, and over a series of
little bridges. The floors were the same glossy white as the meadow where Lorne had landed the jumper, and the
walls were painted white with pale blue borders. The furniture was sparse, but comfortable to the point of
luxurious: two long white sofas with fat brocaded pillows, all white and trimmed in the same pale blue with gold
tassels; two matching oversized chairs and ottomans; small tables, some wood, some blocks of stone; and what
could only be a bar along one mirrored wall that reflected the watery light. Gauzy white curtains were drawn in the
front windows, but the rear were open to the sky.
Still smelled like shit, he thought, but it was truly beautiful shit.
"Is this acceptable?" Eco asked almost nervously.
"It's spectacular," Radek said, heartfelt.
The Principe beamed. "Excellent!," he said. "Well, then, I will leave you to settle in. This entire floor is yours;
your colleagues will stay in their usual quarters, in the armate," the Principe said.
"Wait, no, please," Radek said, almost grabbing at Ronon. "Ah, I would like my friends to also stay here. If they
may. If they would like." He backed away from Ronon feeling embarrassed, but the idea of spending the night
alone in this enormous building made him uncomfortable.
"Of course," the Principe said. Some of his entourage smirked at each other. "You are our guest; whatever
you wish."
"Thank you," Radek said, clearing his throat. "Major? Ronon?"
"Of course we'll stay, Doc," Lorne said cheerfully. "Ronon, too. We'll look after you."
little bridges. The floors were the same glossy white as the meadow where Lorne had landed the jumper, and the
walls were painted white with pale blue borders. The furniture was sparse, but comfortable to the point of
luxurious: two long white sofas with fat brocaded pillows, all white and trimmed in the same pale blue with gold
tassels; two matching oversized chairs and ottomans; small tables, some wood, some blocks of stone; and what
could only be a bar along one mirrored wall that reflected the watery light. Gauzy white curtains were drawn in the
front windows, but the rear were open to the sky.
Still smelled like shit, he thought, but it was truly beautiful shit.
"Is this acceptable?" Eco asked almost nervously.
"It's spectacular," Radek said, heartfelt.
The Principe beamed. "Excellent!," he said. "Well, then, I will leave you to settle in. This entire floor is yours;
your colleagues will stay in their usual quarters, in the armate," the Principe said.
"Wait, no, please," Radek said, almost grabbing at Ronon. "Ah, I would like my friends to also stay here. If they
may. If they would like." He backed away from Ronon feeling embarrassed, but the idea of spending the night
alone in this enormous building made him uncomfortable.
"Of course," the Principe said. Some of his entourage smirked at each other. "You are our guest; whatever
you wish."
"Thank you," Radek said, clearing his throat. "Major? Ronon?"
"Of course we'll stay, Doc," Lorne said cheerfully. "Ronon, too. We'll look after you."
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Also, I loved this fic :X