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The World That We Live In (No, We Can't Go Back) by Kyuuketsukirui (PG)
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: none (author states John/Rodney)
Length: 1,376 words
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kyuuketsukirui
Author Website: SGA tag on DW
Warnings: blacked out to prevent spoilers character death
Why this must be read:
Author's Summary: When his dad first said they were going to move, John yelled and called him a liar. He didn't tell Rodney for a long time, not until they were starting to pack and he couldn't not tell him anymore.
Two words can best describe this: eerie and sad. Through very subtle foreshadowing and unparalleled emotional resonance,kyuuketsukirui will draw you into this tale of lost innocence and gloomy manipulation. What's especially heart-breaking and creepy here in this gem is the fact that both John and Rodney are children, and yet where the story goes... Just wow...
This will be one of those fics that leaves a shiver up your spine and the hairs on your arm standing at attention. The horror isn't in your face but very subtle with small details like a rocking sign, a stain on the ground, internet research, and not counting years anymore. This fic will leave you gasping, most likely tearing up, and yet satisfied at reading a true mastery of light SGA horror.
"I miss my mom," John says, and Rodney frowns at him. He always looks sad when John says stuff like that.
Rodney says, "It's just us now," and reaches for John's hand. They're sitting at the top of the stairs because they can sit wherever they want; there's no one to tell John he's in the way. He likes that, no one telling him what to do, but the house is so empty. It feels bigger with all the furniture gone.
It was big and empty like this when they moved in. Bigger, even, 'cause he was only four and now he is eight. Well, eight and a half, more like eight and three-quarters, really. In a few months, he could say nine, but he isn't counting anymore.
The World That We Live In (No, We Can't Go Back)
Pairing: none (author states John/Rodney)
Length: 1,376 words
Author on LJ:
kyuuketsukiruiAuthor Website: SGA tag on DW
Warnings: blacked out to prevent spoilers character death
Why this must be read:
Author's Summary: When his dad first said they were going to move, John yelled and called him a liar. He didn't tell Rodney for a long time, not until they were starting to pack and he couldn't not tell him anymore.
Two words can best describe this: eerie and sad. Through very subtle foreshadowing and unparalleled emotional resonance,
kyuuketsukirui will draw you into this tale of lost innocence and gloomy manipulation. What's especially heart-breaking and creepy here in this gem is the fact that both John and Rodney are children, and yet where the story goes... Just wow...This will be one of those fics that leaves a shiver up your spine and the hairs on your arm standing at attention. The horror isn't in your face but very subtle with small details like a rocking sign, a stain on the ground, internet research, and not counting years anymore. This fic will leave you gasping, most likely tearing up, and yet satisfied at reading a true mastery of light SGA horror.
"I miss my mom," John says, and Rodney frowns at him. He always looks sad when John says stuff like that.
Rodney says, "It's just us now," and reaches for John's hand. They're sitting at the top of the stairs because they can sit wherever they want; there's no one to tell John he's in the way. He likes that, no one telling him what to do, but the house is so empty. It feels bigger with all the furniture gone.
It was big and empty like this when they moved in. Bigger, even, 'cause he was only four and now he is eight. Well, eight and a half, more like eight and three-quarters, really. In a few months, he could say nine, but he isn't counting anymore.
The World That We Live In (No, We Can't Go Back)