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Name a pairing or character (that I'm familiar with, in a fandom I'm familiar with) and I will write the first paragraph or segment of a story for it.
Posting here because it's got greater relevance on this journal. Link to or pimp as you wish. I may be persuaded to write more, although I'm not sure where it's going, and I blame...oh...I've forgotten who she is, but she wrote an essay on Ronan, Weir, and Teyla and inspired me. Damn them! DAMN THEM TO THE WRAITH! *ahem*
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alliesings:
Not of Pavlov's Pack
(Ronan&Weir)
When Elizabeth was fifteen, she learned that men were like dogs. Generally, they were youthful, exuberant, and could be made to sit and stay with a little training.
That knowledge was only reinforced by the behaviour of the men on the Atlantis expedition. She was the leader and they followed her.
Cavanaugh might growl and snarl, but he knew who was in charge, even if he disliked it. Rodney was all bark and bounce, nipping at her hand to get her attention, constantly straining against his leash to get his full run, but willing to be held back by affection - and sometimes a good smack. Bates was the deceptively quiet guard dog that lay quiet until danger threatened; then he became savage. Others didn't need all that much encouragement to obey: for example, she could rely on Carson to sit quietly, his metaphorical tail rhythmically thumping the ground.
Even Colonel Sheppard - like the dog that went by the same name - might haul on his chain, the protective instincts too strong to be subdued, but he accepted her leash and obeyed her commands. Of course, it was usually only a temporary submission, until the next threat-crisis, but she was the master and they both knew it - even when he broke his chain.
They all knew the status quo.
So when Ronan Dex walked into Atlantis - a mish-mash, hodge-podge of clothing, fur, muscle and weaponry, with a feral mindset and an inflexible attitude - he upset the natural scheme of things in the way that a wolf will upset a pack of dogs.
If there was one thing that Elizabeth learned in the days and weeks following Ronan Dex's arrival in Atlantis, it was this:
Dogs accept the rules. Wolves tolerate them.
Posting here because it's got greater relevance on this journal. Link to or pimp as you wish. I may be persuaded to write more, although I'm not sure where it's going, and I blame...oh...I've forgotten who she is, but she wrote an essay on Ronan, Weir, and Teyla and inspired me. Damn them! DAMN THEM TO THE WRAITH! *ahem*
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alliesings: Not of Pavlov's Pack
(Ronan&Weir)
When Elizabeth was fifteen, she learned that men were like dogs. Generally, they were youthful, exuberant, and could be made to sit and stay with a little training.
That knowledge was only reinforced by the behaviour of the men on the Atlantis expedition. She was the leader and they followed her.
Cavanaugh might growl and snarl, but he knew who was in charge, even if he disliked it. Rodney was all bark and bounce, nipping at her hand to get her attention, constantly straining against his leash to get his full run, but willing to be held back by affection - and sometimes a good smack. Bates was the deceptively quiet guard dog that lay quiet until danger threatened; then he became savage. Others didn't need all that much encouragement to obey: for example, she could rely on Carson to sit quietly, his metaphorical tail rhythmically thumping the ground.
Even Colonel Sheppard - like the dog that went by the same name - might haul on his chain, the protective instincts too strong to be subdued, but he accepted her leash and obeyed her commands. Of course, it was usually only a temporary submission, until the next threat-crisis, but she was the master and they both knew it - even when he broke his chain.
They all knew the status quo.
So when Ronan Dex walked into Atlantis - a mish-mash, hodge-podge of clothing, fur, muscle and weaponry, with a feral mindset and an inflexible attitude - he upset the natural scheme of things in the way that a wolf will upset a pack of dogs.
If there was one thing that Elizabeth learned in the days and weeks following Ronan Dex's arrival in Atlantis, it was this:
Dogs accept the rules. Wolves tolerate them.
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I think I could make it work. He puts her off-balance, she inspires his protective instincts, they clash, the end.
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I'll happily read any Ronon/Elizabeth you care to write.
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Hee! I'm thinking of doing a Ronan/Liz quickie for the Harlequin challenge on
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