sg_five_things | Prompt 79.01

Five men Daniel has loved.

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1. His father had been tall, Daniel remembered, taller than his mother, or even his grandfather. He had long hair that flopped over onto the round glasses covering his eyes and lightly calloused fingers that were almost always wrapped around the pages of a book, or his own small hand. He had a soft voice that told the best stories, tales of the gods and their control over the mortals beneath them. And Daniel had loved him, fiercely.

This love had grown intensely over the years, following him through his adolescence and fervent higher education. But now, as he looked at his own floppy haired, bespectacled image in the mirror, he wondered if it his father, or simply the idea of him, that he loved more.

2. It was in college that a boy first caught Daniel’s eye. He wasn’t beautiful, or handsome in any traditional sense, but Daniel found him intoxicating all the same. He was an English major who had taken the class on Archaeological Practice on a lark and, at first glance, appeared the kind of student who sat, laconic and disinterested, at the back of the class. It was several weeks into the semester, however, that he spoke up, shattering this illusion and capturing Daniel’s attention.

He had little patience for the reverential manner in which the professor the discussed the crumbling artefacts, and even less for his eager would-be-protégées, Daniel amongst them. Yet he spoke with a practiced voice which, if not exactly passionate about the subject matter, was clear, informed, and well used to being agreed with.

His words, so casually confident, infuriated the ever-careful Daniel. But the glee in his eyes whenever he entered into any debate entranced him. Daniel was fixated on his face, his voice, his impertinent but intelligent arguments. He loved him beyond reason or control.

It was the only class in which Daniel ever received a B.

3. Daniel was a talented linguist, speaking many languages with ease. Over the past few years, he had added yet one more language to his repertoire: that of scorn and derision. It was an easy one to learn, Daniel had discovered, it had been clearly visible in the eyes of all his peers as they pushed him and his theories out of the academic world.

His new position at the SGC had been his unexpected salvation. No longer a lone scholar, he found support among those whose theories would have damned them also. But, most unexpected of all, was the support he found in his friends and co-workers. Years of reporting in to sneering advisors and grant boards washed over with each briefing. And bit by bit, looking into the clear and encouraging eyes of General Hammond he slowly lost words from that bruised and battered vocabulary.

He had almost forgotten what it was like to love his work, to love his peers, his family. But the inherent trust Hammond placed him did more than he would ever know to restore him.

I really love #3 - I think it's such a wonderful description of the characters.

thanks! I'm glad to hear that you like 3, I was't so sure about that one.

And bit by bit, looking into the clear and encouraging eyes of General Hammond he slowly lost words from that bruised and battered vocabulary.

This is very nice and shows how important Hammond was for Daniel and his ability to forget and go on with a better life where he is loved and trusted.

Thanks!

I love the last line of 2, and 3 is so happy.

Thanks! I like the last line of 2 aswell; I can imagine that being a pretty significant thing for Daniel :)

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