Sense Memory by eshtah (H/C Challenge)
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sga_flashficTitle: Sense Memory
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eshtah
Words: 380
Rating: PG
Spoilers: 3x04 Sateda, 4x07 Missing, 4x08 The Seer
Summary: Struck by the potential similarities between Ronon & Teyla and Samson & Delilah (Delilah cuts Samson's hair because she believes it's the source of his power, etc...) this was meant to be a re-telling of that story, but it quickly morphed into something completely different, as Teyla cuts Ronon's hair in an almost ritualistic manner, bringing back memories. The end is not canon, but it works.
she breaks you in half
and she sings sweet songs
that remind you of Melena and
the lullabies she hummed
the day you met
on the battlefield
and her hands sweep through your hair
curling around trunks and branches and twigs
and leaves
and they scratch at your scalp
where the scars are bright white map lines
like the ones that blew Meskade to dust
and cut through your skin like blades
and she kisses your neck
where Melena first touched you
as she marked you with a red ribbon
and sent you home in a bed
though you wanted to fight
and she ties your wrists
she chains you against the wall
like the first time you escaped
and almost made it as far as the road
but Melena found you and brought you back
and they trapped you
and sent men with analytical charts and ledgers
to try to fix you
and when you stop screaming and jerking
against your restraints
she washes your skin and bleeds you clean
and you remember waking up from anger
and frustration
and pain
and heavy weights
to be lightheaded and focussed on one woman in a room of strangers
afraid to be vulnerable and refusing
to accept your panic
as your fingers flatten against your head
and she cries
like you did for Meskade and then for Melena.
and then she whispers
in Melena’s voice
in a thousand voices
in the Satedan wind of that day,
“It will grow back.”
fingers through stubble and ground brush
and you’re a wasteland
lain flat and powerless
she weaves the branches into rope
and ties the rope around her hips
where it rests against her womb
and you recall the night when Melena brought you
the bag
lighter than you remembered
with bright eyes and a smile in one corner of her sweet mouth
and she unties your wrists
and your arms fall back
numb and pale in the moonlight
she stands before you
wrapped in your power
and you rest your head against her belly
where you can almost feel a heartbeat
and then you cry
where she cannot see your eyes
and you wrap your arms around her thighs
and hold onto that moment
when you found out
you were a father.
Author:
eshtah Words: 380
Rating: PG
Spoilers: 3x04 Sateda, 4x07 Missing, 4x08 The Seer
Summary: Struck by the potential similarities between Ronon & Teyla and Samson & Delilah (Delilah cuts Samson's hair because she believes it's the source of his power, etc...) this was meant to be a re-telling of that story, but it quickly morphed into something completely different, as Teyla cuts Ronon's hair in an almost ritualistic manner, bringing back memories. The end is not canon, but it works.
she breaks you in half
and she sings sweet songs
that remind you of Melena and
the lullabies she hummed
the day you met
on the battlefield
and her hands sweep through your hair
curling around trunks and branches and twigs
and leaves
and they scratch at your scalp
where the scars are bright white map lines
like the ones that blew Meskade to dust
and cut through your skin like blades
and she kisses your neck
where Melena first touched you
as she marked you with a red ribbon
and sent you home in a bed
though you wanted to fight
and she ties your wrists
she chains you against the wall
like the first time you escaped
and almost made it as far as the road
but Melena found you and brought you back
and they trapped you
and sent men with analytical charts and ledgers
to try to fix you
and when you stop screaming and jerking
against your restraints
she washes your skin and bleeds you clean
and you remember waking up from anger
and frustration
and pain
and heavy weights
to be lightheaded and focussed on one woman in a room of strangers
afraid to be vulnerable and refusing
to accept your panic
as your fingers flatten against your head
and she cries
like you did for Meskade and then for Melena.
and then she whispers
in Melena’s voice
in a thousand voices
in the Satedan wind of that day,
“It will grow back.”
fingers through stubble and ground brush
and you’re a wasteland
lain flat and powerless
she weaves the branches into rope
and ties the rope around her hips
where it rests against her womb
and you recall the night when Melena brought you
the bag
lighter than you remembered
with bright eyes and a smile in one corner of her sweet mouth
and she unties your wrists
and your arms fall back
numb and pale in the moonlight
she stands before you
wrapped in your power
and you rest your head against her belly
where you can almost feel a heartbeat
and then you cry
where she cannot see your eyes
and you wrap your arms around her thighs
and hold onto that moment
when you found out
you were a father.
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