Fanficlet
I feel like adding something of my own to this board. The panic is not from pre-post but from a more undefinable source. Writing has mellowed it a little, but it's still there lurking.
The story I originally wanted it to be was a Sentinel Mpreg all light and airy where Blair was really a type of shape changer and half morphed during an important moment and well there are consequences to that type of thing ... and I had this image of Blair round and fat and his hair even curlier and of just happiness, but then this Daniel centered stargate story crept up.
All strange world and in and out and it's kind of fitting in this in-between confusing mood.
“Don’t break the window!” The high pitched child-like voices chanted getting faster and faster as the game played out; hands clapping against hands one palm up, one palm down, then chest to chest as if it was a game of balance then back to one palm down, one palm up. Daniel watched them play not entirely sure if they were real. One of them was drawing on the low stone wall that surrounded this place in coloured chalk, they looked like symbols, but Daniel’s mind skittered away from what they could mean. A small group broke off from the clapping game giggling, their smoky indistinct forms wavering as they shifted into a game of catch me.
The girl, he was sure it was a girl, it was wearing a simple grey dress, finished her drawing, dropping the chalk and joining the game of catch and Daniel watched as the small coloured pieces rolled towards him, a blue and purple piece brushing up against him and Daniel dazedly picked it up feeling faintly surprised that he could. It was hard to move his hand, but Daniel used the chalk to draw three careful circles at the apexes of an invisible triangle on his own patch of the small wall and connected them with a shaking hand. Aybados. He traced the symbol with his finger and curled away from the shadow children ignoring the pain in his side that the movement caused. I’m sorry. And it was easy, so easy to close his eyes and let consciousness slide away from him again.
When he woke the words were in Aybadonian and Daniel felt something inside of him crack he curled back towards them panting from the effort and felt blood begin to drip from his side once more, he was so fucking tired of dying. The Shadow children where singing ‘Eye’s all bright, skin so white, snatch you up and --- shhhhhhhh. The Aybadonian version of a nursery rhyme, there were hundreds of them and Daniel let memories of the cramped Aybados streets and its women and children’s high lilting voices overlay the nervous giggling of the shadow children. Sha’re’s warm voice lifted in song and how he would learn the words just to sing them softly to her at night and hear her beautiful laugh. Oh God he missed her.
“Are you alive?” a childish voice asked him as if the concept of alive was a curiosity in itself. Daniel looked up and strained his head back. One of the shadow children was sitting on the wall a little further along she/he it hopped down, He. Daniel decided it was wearing overalls cut off at the thigh, and crouched by his head. It was wearing crisscrossed sandals from Aybados.
“You’re red,” he stated and moved to touch his wound, Daniel sucked in a proactive breath, but he couldn’t feel the ghostly fingers and his body relaxed without him.
“You’re making a mess you know, you shouldn’t make a mess its wrong.” he said and Daniel heard the implied threat and tried to work up the words, but his throat was too dry to defend his side, he pointed at the cartouche of Aybados some vague plan of comparing purposeful with un-purposeful, but by then it was too late, cold indistinct fingers were reaching into him and Daniel screamed.
The story I originally wanted it to be was a Sentinel Mpreg all light and airy where Blair was really a type of shape changer and half morphed during an important moment and well there are consequences to that type of thing ... and I had this image of Blair round and fat and his hair even curlier and of just happiness, but then this Daniel centered stargate story crept up.
All strange world and in and out and it's kind of fitting in this in-between confusing mood.
“Don’t break the window!” The high pitched child-like voices chanted getting faster and faster as the game played out; hands clapping against hands one palm up, one palm down, then chest to chest as if it was a game of balance then back to one palm down, one palm up. Daniel watched them play not entirely sure if they were real. One of them was drawing on the low stone wall that surrounded this place in coloured chalk, they looked like symbols, but Daniel’s mind skittered away from what they could mean. A small group broke off from the clapping game giggling, their smoky indistinct forms wavering as they shifted into a game of catch me.
The girl, he was sure it was a girl, it was wearing a simple grey dress, finished her drawing, dropping the chalk and joining the game of catch and Daniel watched as the small coloured pieces rolled towards him, a blue and purple piece brushing up against him and Daniel dazedly picked it up feeling faintly surprised that he could. It was hard to move his hand, but Daniel used the chalk to draw three careful circles at the apexes of an invisible triangle on his own patch of the small wall and connected them with a shaking hand. Aybados. He traced the symbol with his finger and curled away from the shadow children ignoring the pain in his side that the movement caused. I’m sorry. And it was easy, so easy to close his eyes and let consciousness slide away from him again.
When he woke the words were in Aybadonian and Daniel felt something inside of him crack he curled back towards them panting from the effort and felt blood begin to drip from his side once more, he was so fucking tired of dying. The Shadow children where singing ‘Eye’s all bright, skin so white, snatch you up and --- shhhhhhhh. The Aybadonian version of a nursery rhyme, there were hundreds of them and Daniel let memories of the cramped Aybados streets and its women and children’s high lilting voices overlay the nervous giggling of the shadow children. Sha’re’s warm voice lifted in song and how he would learn the words just to sing them softly to her at night and hear her beautiful laugh. Oh God he missed her.
“Are you alive?” a childish voice asked him as if the concept of alive was a curiosity in itself. Daniel looked up and strained his head back. One of the shadow children was sitting on the wall a little further along she/he it hopped down, He. Daniel decided it was wearing overalls cut off at the thigh, and crouched by his head. It was wearing crisscrossed sandals from Aybados.
“You’re red,” he stated and moved to touch his wound, Daniel sucked in a proactive breath, but he couldn’t feel the ghostly fingers and his body relaxed without him.
“You’re making a mess you know, you shouldn’t make a mess its wrong.” he said and Daniel heard the implied threat and tried to work up the words, but his throat was too dry to defend his side, he pointed at the cartouche of Aybados some vague plan of comparing purposeful with un-purposeful, but by then it was too late, cold indistinct fingers were reaching into him and Daniel screamed.