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Cocytus by eretria and murron (PG13)
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: none; gen
Length: 7,819 words
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eretria; murron
Author Website: Murron: AO3, Fic listing on LJ, Eretria: SGA tag on LJ which includes her fics, Eretria's Midnight Tea
Warning: disturbing imagery
Why this must be read:
Author's Summary: They cry for those who have no one left to cry for them.
This fic combines a fascinating cultural study of how death is dealt with in a galaxy rife with it and truly visceral, horrific imagery to create a fic that will stick with you long after reading it. And I'm talking imagery right out of any classic horror film (I'm talking Silent Hill here, folks): corpses/skeletons stacked like cordwood, the cloying stench of death heavy enough to be an image itself, and an atmosphere coated in a white/gray dust that dulls one's sense of reality and creates a dream atmosphere that is more nightmare-ish than most people can imagine. All that combined with the very immediate sense of death and sorrow that pervades this fic creates a true classic of SGA horror. Read with lights on, folks!
He knew now why the night had been so silent. The landscape he tried to ignore stretched vast and endless on either side of the trail. His traitorous gaze searched for landmarks, but didn’t find a single tree. Nothing lived on this world, nothing grew, not even so much as a weed on the road. Instead, everything was covered with an off-white dust that could be pulverised stone, but wasn’t. He could feel a layer of chalky powder on his soles of his feet, between his toes.
He looked at the skeletons to his left and away again. Like stones in a grid, they lay isolated, symmetrical. He’d lain like that. They all had.
An open grave. John sometimes hated Rodney for being so damn concise.
Cocytus
Pairing: none; gen
Length: 7,819 words
Author on LJ:
eretria; murronAuthor Website: Murron: AO3, Fic listing on LJ, Eretria: SGA tag on LJ which includes her fics, Eretria's Midnight Tea
Warning: disturbing imagery
Why this must be read:
Author's Summary: They cry for those who have no one left to cry for them.
This fic combines a fascinating cultural study of how death is dealt with in a galaxy rife with it and truly visceral, horrific imagery to create a fic that will stick with you long after reading it. And I'm talking imagery right out of any classic horror film (I'm talking Silent Hill here, folks): corpses/skeletons stacked like cordwood, the cloying stench of death heavy enough to be an image itself, and an atmosphere coated in a white/gray dust that dulls one's sense of reality and creates a dream atmosphere that is more nightmare-ish than most people can imagine. All that combined with the very immediate sense of death and sorrow that pervades this fic creates a true classic of SGA horror. Read with lights on, folks!
He knew now why the night had been so silent. The landscape he tried to ignore stretched vast and endless on either side of the trail. His traitorous gaze searched for landmarks, but didn’t find a single tree. Nothing lived on this world, nothing grew, not even so much as a weed on the road. Instead, everything was covered with an off-white dust that could be pulverised stone, but wasn’t. He could feel a layer of chalky powder on his soles of his feet, between his toes.
He looked at the skeletons to his left and away again. Like stones in a grid, they lay isolated, symmetrical. He’d lain like that. They all had.
An open grave. John sometimes hated Rodney for being so damn concise.
Cocytus