Something in the rough whirls of bark that could easily be swirls of embedded ink.
Rodney was there to witness it, but the descent still didn’t make a sound.
more terrified now, having saved one, than when he had saved no one, when he was all alone.
slim and strong, the center of a grove, the one that all the other trees turned to. “Teyla,” he said, touching smooth bark that dissolved into smoother skin
he couldn’t see the trees for all the forest.
as if it had been exposed to howling storms of sand or snow
the voices circled in around them, like a spiralling column of dry leaves
his throat felt splintery and rough, and no sound came out [...] fingers clutching at his shirt like nettles, and Rodney just stood there, rooted to the spot.
This fic works so well with the structure of reading a PIWaTW story (i.e., pic, fic, then pic again): on first glance, the image sets the mood, without really giving anything away...but then, on second viewing, the reader realizes how the climax of the story is right there in the picture. Fabulous.
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Realm of Dryads (SGA)
Date: 2006-01-18 06:52 pm (UTC)Something in the rough whirls of bark that could easily be swirls of embedded ink.
Rodney was there to witness it, but the descent still didn’t make a sound.
more terrified now, having saved one, than when he had saved no one, when he was all alone.
slim and strong, the center of a grove, the one that all the other trees turned to. “Teyla,” he said, touching smooth bark that dissolved into smoother skin
he couldn’t see the trees for all the forest.
as if it had been exposed to howling storms of sand or snow
the voices circled in around them, like a spiralling column of dry leaves
his throat felt splintery and rough, and no sound came out [...] fingers clutching at his shirt like nettles, and Rodney just stood there, rooted to the spot.
This fic works so well with the structure of reading a PIWaTW story (i.e., pic, fic, then pic again): on first glance, the image sets the mood, without really giving anything away...but then, on second viewing, the reader realizes how the climax of the story is right there in the picture. Fabulous.
Thanks for writing!
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