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Sam/Jack
(at this point, I am still not sure whether I like this style or not. eh. And this was almost girl!Jack, but was... angsty.)
When Jack O'Neill tells you that you are beautiful, you start to believe it.
Not that Jack uses words like beautiful. Sexy, drop-dead gorgeous, fuckable... The list goes on, some of the terms cruder than you expected (although you're used to it, by now).
You have occasionally wondered if any Earth-based humans find you attractive. Oh, the non-Earth men seem to be all over you, giving you that professional look. Of course, some of that has to do with your mind. Some is the part where you look just like his dead girlfriend who lasted for 100 years -- now that's longevity.
Daniel would tell you that every culture has different aesthetic values, and he could lecture endlessly on the subject.
But Jack simply tells you that you're pretty damn cute.
Jack tells you other things in the dead of night when you're the only ones in the world.
Not poetic, heartfelt things -- but difficult things. Light and dark and shade, memories and nightmares that twist up inside and leave the both of you shaking until the dawn comes.
You watched Willow together once, with a huge bowl of popcorn. And you mocked Madmartigan horribly.
"I dwell in darkness without you" is kind of strangely familiar, though. You think it might have been what you felt like before you knew the glittering co-dependancy of being in love with Jack.
There are no guarantess in this relationship -- and you don't often think of it in such formal terms.
After all, both of you could end up dead tomorrow while trying to save the world.
So you don't think about tomorrow.
(at this point, I am still not sure whether I like this style or not. eh. And this was almost girl!Jack, but was... angsty.)
When Jack O'Neill tells you that you are beautiful, you start to believe it.
Not that Jack uses words like beautiful. Sexy, drop-dead gorgeous, fuckable... The list goes on, some of the terms cruder than you expected (although you're used to it, by now).
You have occasionally wondered if any Earth-based humans find you attractive. Oh, the non-Earth men seem to be all over you, giving you that professional look. Of course, some of that has to do with your mind. Some is the part where you look just like his dead girlfriend who lasted for 100 years -- now that's longevity.
Daniel would tell you that every culture has different aesthetic values, and he could lecture endlessly on the subject.
But Jack simply tells you that you're pretty damn cute.
Jack tells you other things in the dead of night when you're the only ones in the world.
Not poetic, heartfelt things -- but difficult things. Light and dark and shade, memories and nightmares that twist up inside and leave the both of you shaking until the dawn comes.
You watched Willow together once, with a huge bowl of popcorn. And you mocked Madmartigan horribly.
"I dwell in darkness without you" is kind of strangely familiar, though. You think it might have been what you felt like before you knew the glittering co-dependancy of being in love with Jack.
There are no guarantess in this relationship -- and you don't often think of it in such formal terms.
After all, both of you could end up dead tomorrow while trying to save the world.
So you don't think about tomorrow.
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