Dal Niente, by Stringertheory (PG)
Jul. 8th, 2012 03:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
figs_sg1_recRec Category: Sam and Teal'c friendship
Categories: ep related, character study
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:stringertheory
Author's Website: fic list
Link: Dal Niente
Why This Must Be Read: Shiny new fic to recommend!
This is a stunning exploration of Teal'c and Sam and music: what Tau'ri music means to Teal'c as a Jaffa, what it means to Sam as solace in Unending, and the tender closeness of the two of them learning and then playing together. Beautiful, elegant story that will leave a bittersweet echo lingering in your mind when you're done.
There had been pleasure on Teal'c's face while he learned, but as he played now, that pleasure shifted into something deeper, something stronger. The notes – cautiously and hesitantly played as they were – filled the room, resonating in the metal of the walls and making the air hum gloriously. The ship held the notes before releasing them, so Teal'c had finished playing before the sound of his song faded entirely.
His right arm rested on his leg, the bow held loosely between his fingers. His left hand still held the neck of the cello, but he only cupped it now. He was staring at the floor at first, so Sam couldn't make out his expression. But then he looked up, staring blindly toward the control room door, and she felt her breath catch in her throat.
The look on his face was a powerful mixture of rapture and reverence. Sam knew then that the lessons would definitely continue.
Categories: ep related, character study
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
stringertheoryAuthor's Website: fic list
Link: Dal Niente
Why This Must Be Read: Shiny new fic to recommend!
This is a stunning exploration of Teal'c and Sam and music: what Tau'ri music means to Teal'c as a Jaffa, what it means to Sam as solace in Unending, and the tender closeness of the two of them learning and then playing together. Beautiful, elegant story that will leave a bittersweet echo lingering in your mind when you're done.
There had been pleasure on Teal'c's face while he learned, but as he played now, that pleasure shifted into something deeper, something stronger. The notes – cautiously and hesitantly played as they were – filled the room, resonating in the metal of the walls and making the air hum gloriously. The ship held the notes before releasing them, so Teal'c had finished playing before the sound of his song faded entirely.
His right arm rested on his leg, the bow held loosely between his fingers. His left hand still held the neck of the cello, but he only cupped it now. He was staring at the floor at first, so Sam couldn't make out his expression. But then he looked up, staring blindly toward the control room door, and she felt her breath catch in her throat.
The look on his face was a powerful mixture of rapture and reverence. Sam knew then that the lessons would definitely continue.
