TITLE: Intimacy
AUTHOR:
tielan
SUMMARY: There is intimacy in the act of watching.
WORD COUNT: 186
NOTES: For the 'Voyeur' challenge on
sga_flashfic. Was going to be much longer with parts by everyone and Everyone/Everyone UST (you pick) and then I simply couldn't make it work.
Intimacy
Teyla sits by the sea, her food forgotten in the landscape of people who flow past her table.
As she watches them, some meet her gaze and some do not.
Those that catch her eye do not hold it long. Sometimes they smile, sometimes they flush, sometimes they just look away, but they never remain watching, eye to eye.
They will not hold her gaze.
It is, perhaps, an Earth custom, to avoid being caught in the act of watching. Certainly, Teyla observes this pattern of behaviour from others to others; it is not merely her difference.
Seated by the sea, with her food forgotten before her, she watches the men and women who move around her, unashamed to be caught staring, unembarrassed by their return regard.
Across the room, someone enters, moving easily, gracefully, and her eyes automatically rest on the familiar form. He turns to survey the room, catches her eye, and smiles.
His eyes linger upon her, bolder than the others. As their gazes hold, Teyla understands why the others did not hold her gaze.
There is intimacy in the act of watching.
- fin -
AUTHOR:
SUMMARY: There is intimacy in the act of watching.
WORD COUNT: 186
NOTES: For the 'Voyeur' challenge on
Intimacy
Teyla sits by the sea, her food forgotten in the landscape of people who flow past her table.
As she watches them, some meet her gaze and some do not.
Those that catch her eye do not hold it long. Sometimes they smile, sometimes they flush, sometimes they just look away, but they never remain watching, eye to eye.
They will not hold her gaze.
It is, perhaps, an Earth custom, to avoid being caught in the act of watching. Certainly, Teyla observes this pattern of behaviour from others to others; it is not merely her difference.
Seated by the sea, with her food forgotten before her, she watches the men and women who move around her, unashamed to be caught staring, unembarrassed by their return regard.
Across the room, someone enters, moving easily, gracefully, and her eyes automatically rest on the familiar form. He turns to survey the room, catches her eye, and smiles.
His eyes linger upon her, bolder than the others. As their gazes hold, Teyla understands why the others did not hold her gaze.
There is intimacy in the act of watching.
- fin -
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