By Which My Feet Are Guided, by Lokei (PG)
Dec. 6th, 2012 12:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
figs_sg1_recRec Category: Daniel
Categories: team, friendship, angst
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:lokei
Author's Website: Lokei at AO3
Link: By Which My Feet Are Guided
Why This Must Be Read: This is a beautiful, aching fic about Daniel through the Stargate, almost regretting what his vocation enables him to discern about Goa'uld massacres and the loss of history. Luckily, he's got his friends on his side to help him get through it.
Here is the hurt of the absence of everything, comforted by the warmth of friendship and team. Evocative, haunting, and powerful.
There was no population migration here, no chance for salvation from the Stargate or the skies, no next chapter. Just a merciless, inescapable end for every man, woman, and child.
Of Daniel’s many faults, lack of imagination had never made the list. For the first time, he wished it had.
There was motion behind him and Daniel registered Jack’s living presence with a kind of hysterical relief, unable to stop himself from leaning back into Jack’s hand on his shoulder.
Daniel’s voice struggled insignificantly against the empty wind and the mute reproach of the scarred and twisted landscape.
“They’re all dead.”
“I know.”
Categories: team, friendship, angst
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
lokeiAuthor's Website: Lokei at AO3
Link: By Which My Feet Are Guided
Why This Must Be Read: This is a beautiful, aching fic about Daniel through the Stargate, almost regretting what his vocation enables him to discern about Goa'uld massacres and the loss of history. Luckily, he's got his friends on his side to help him get through it.
Here is the hurt of the absence of everything, comforted by the warmth of friendship and team. Evocative, haunting, and powerful.
There was no population migration here, no chance for salvation from the Stargate or the skies, no next chapter. Just a merciless, inescapable end for every man, woman, and child.
Of Daniel’s many faults, lack of imagination had never made the list. For the first time, he wished it had.
There was motion behind him and Daniel registered Jack’s living presence with a kind of hysterical relief, unable to stop himself from leaning back into Jack’s hand on his shoulder.
Daniel’s voice struggled insignificantly against the empty wind and the mute reproach of the scarred and twisted landscape.
“They’re all dead.”
“I know.”
