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sga_flashficTitle: Ablative
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vecutrist
Wordcount: 315
Rating: G
Summary: After seven years on the run, Ronon's pared down everything, even language. Atlantis is noisy, and it's not just what is said.
After seven years on the run, Ronon had become well aware of what was essential and what was not. A weapon, a firestarter, food, water, those were necessary, everything else would simply slow him down, let the Wraith get a little closer. Even language was something to pare down. Conversations became sentences; sentences became words. Sometimes even words were unnecessary. Ronon became a keen observer of body language, and even that had been whittled down. When he did have to approach a village, knowing almost instantly if he’d be offered shelter, turned away, or worse.
After his first few weeks on Atlantis, Ronon was still surprised at how noisy everyone was, and he realized it wasn’t just the sheer number of words being spoken, sometimes in languages he couldn’t even comprehend, but what wasn’t spoken, and some were louder than others. Trying to watch Dr. Rodney McKay explain something to another scientist one morning had nearly given him whiplash as he tried to follow the physicist’s frantic gestures. He idly wondered if McKay lost the use of his hands would he be rendered speechless. More importantly he learned that McKay could say one thing, but his body would betray him, revealing another truth altogether, especially when emotions came into play. In a few rare situations, the self-professed genius could not even find the words at all, letting his body speak for him, even if it was not clearly enunciated.
Then there was Colonel Sheppard, who would never command respect as a military leader back on Sateda, with his slouching posture and casual indifference. Only after a careful study did Ronon realize the man’s eyes spoke for him, particularly of pain and regret, despite what he would otherwise try so carefully to convey. Still re-learning the language and its additional variants (scientist-speak versus military-speak), Ronon tried to demonstrate, just as quietly, he understood.
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vecutristWordcount: 315
Rating: G
Summary: After seven years on the run, Ronon's pared down everything, even language. Atlantis is noisy, and it's not just what is said.
After seven years on the run, Ronon had become well aware of what was essential and what was not. A weapon, a firestarter, food, water, those were necessary, everything else would simply slow him down, let the Wraith get a little closer. Even language was something to pare down. Conversations became sentences; sentences became words. Sometimes even words were unnecessary. Ronon became a keen observer of body language, and even that had been whittled down. When he did have to approach a village, knowing almost instantly if he’d be offered shelter, turned away, or worse.
After his first few weeks on Atlantis, Ronon was still surprised at how noisy everyone was, and he realized it wasn’t just the sheer number of words being spoken, sometimes in languages he couldn’t even comprehend, but what wasn’t spoken, and some were louder than others. Trying to watch Dr. Rodney McKay explain something to another scientist one morning had nearly given him whiplash as he tried to follow the physicist’s frantic gestures. He idly wondered if McKay lost the use of his hands would he be rendered speechless. More importantly he learned that McKay could say one thing, but his body would betray him, revealing another truth altogether, especially when emotions came into play. In a few rare situations, the self-professed genius could not even find the words at all, letting his body speak for him, even if it was not clearly enunciated.
Then there was Colonel Sheppard, who would never command respect as a military leader back on Sateda, with his slouching posture and casual indifference. Only after a careful study did Ronon realize the man’s eyes spoke for him, particularly of pain and regret, despite what he would otherwise try so carefully to convey. Still re-learning the language and its additional variants (scientist-speak versus military-speak), Ronon tried to demonstrate, just as quietly, he understood.