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The Wind of the Wing by Otter (PG-13)
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agentotter
Author Website: Faded Press
Why this must be read:
Because Otter can write Daniel frightened without writing Poor Defenseless Danny. Because she can write me a picture so sharp that it stays with me for days - and I'm not a very visual reader. Because I didn't get it until I was meant to, although I probably should have.
I'm giving this recommendation after "Surface Tension" as a "hey, look, it's a mindfuck!" pairing. In Surface Tension, of course, Sam knew perfectly well that her world wasn't real; her problem was later, when the real world wouldn't come clear to her either. Here in Wind of the Wing, we're given a perfectly plausible version of what some of Daniel's hallucinations might've been like in "Legacy," through the viewpoint of a Daniel who doesn't know, at that time, that he's hallucinating. So whereas Sam is kicking against her natural behaviors, Daniel is showing an attraction to Jack that he wouldn't otherwise.
I like very much how shaken Daniel is at the end, that evocation of mingled shame and desire as he comes back to himself. I also - and this is my single favorite thing about this story - am very fond of the moment when he is "glad, so crushingly glad, that the thing stayed in Jack and didn't slither into him instead." Because of course he would be - who wouldn't be? - and of course that would be sickening, to realize how badly you wanted someone you loved to be trapped inside themself instead of you.
Daniel squints at his friend, but finally lets his eyes fall shut, giving them a moment's rest. He's been in his fair share of cells and dungeons, but they're usually dark, damp, and drab. This one is the opposite: too clean, too bright, every surface relentlessly white and glaring. Even Daniel's own skin looks unnaturally pale and sallow under the lights. The only color is Jack, propped up against the opposite wall, and when Daniel closes his eyes, Jack's silhouette remains, burned into his retinas. The dirty, blood-stained green fatigues look darker than they are against all that brightness, and even the long, grotesque smear of blood that paints the wall above his body looks almost black.
The Wind of the Wing
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Author on LJ:
agentotterAuthor Website: Faded Press
Why this must be read:
Because Otter can write Daniel frightened without writing Poor Defenseless Danny. Because she can write me a picture so sharp that it stays with me for days - and I'm not a very visual reader. Because I didn't get it until I was meant to, although I probably should have.
I'm giving this recommendation after "Surface Tension" as a "hey, look, it's a mindfuck!" pairing. In Surface Tension, of course, Sam knew perfectly well that her world wasn't real; her problem was later, when the real world wouldn't come clear to her either. Here in Wind of the Wing, we're given a perfectly plausible version of what some of Daniel's hallucinations might've been like in "Legacy," through the viewpoint of a Daniel who doesn't know, at that time, that he's hallucinating. So whereas Sam is kicking against her natural behaviors, Daniel is showing an attraction to Jack that he wouldn't otherwise.
I like very much how shaken Daniel is at the end, that evocation of mingled shame and desire as he comes back to himself. I also - and this is my single favorite thing about this story - am very fond of the moment when he is "glad, so crushingly glad, that the thing stayed in Jack and didn't slither into him instead." Because of course he would be - who wouldn't be? - and of course that would be sickening, to realize how badly you wanted someone you loved to be trapped inside themself instead of you.
Daniel squints at his friend, but finally lets his eyes fall shut, giving them a moment's rest. He's been in his fair share of cells and dungeons, but they're usually dark, damp, and drab. This one is the opposite: too clean, too bright, every surface relentlessly white and glaring. Even Daniel's own skin looks unnaturally pale and sallow under the lights. The only color is Jack, propped up against the opposite wall, and when Daniel closes his eyes, Jack's silhouette remains, burned into his retinas. The dirty, blood-stained green fatigues look darker than they are against all that brightness, and even the long, grotesque smear of blood that paints the wall above his body looks almost black.
The Wind of the Wing