Echoing the sentiment of everyone who's commented before... this was truly a chilling tale.
Rodney moved up to walk beside Teyla, close enough their shoulders almost touched. Her stride seemed firmer with the contact.
and
He looked up; saw the gate far in the distance and the pale road, stretching for miles on end through fields of bone and decay.
“Do not look back.” Teyla said and Rodney, who’d been about to turn, stiffened his shoulders. It took John all the restraint he’d left not to turn around himself. He all but felt parched hands reach for him and a jolt of sheer panic flared through his body.
“Sheppard,” Ronon called without turning to look at him.
The taste of incense was on the back of his tongue and he felt a breeze on his skin, soft, sleek, like a veil grazing his ankle.
Maybe death had been his shadow after all.
John closed his eyes for a second, looked ahead again, kept walking.</>
Especially did it for me. I've been reading too much The Sentinel fic, and the use of sensory input here was Perfect.
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Date: 2008-02-29 08:47 am (UTC)Rodney moved up to walk beside Teyla, close enough their shoulders almost touched. Her stride seemed firmer with the contact.
and
He looked up; saw the gate far in the distance and the pale road, stretching for miles on end through fields of bone and decay.
“Do not look back.” Teyla said and Rodney, who’d been about to turn, stiffened his shoulders. It took John all the restraint he’d left not to turn around himself. He all but felt parched hands reach for him and a jolt of sheer panic flared through his body.
“Sheppard,” Ronon called without turning to look at him.
The taste of incense was on the back of his tongue and he felt a breeze on his skin, soft, sleek, like a veil grazing his ankle.
Maybe death had been his shadow after all.
John closed his eyes for a second, looked ahead again, kept walking.</>
Especially did it for me. I've been reading too much The Sentinel fic, and the use of sensory input here was Perfect.