|[TM] 165 - Night
||[Feb. 20th, 2007|04:06 pm]
Specialist Ronon Dex
It was still night outside...morning hadn’t come, there was no battle to fight. Not yet.
Melina still lived...she lay beside him, warm and soft and tucked perfectly against his body. In the morning he would fight, and in the morning she would go through the Ring of the Ancestors to safety.
It sun still slept...it was still night. Endless, eternal, damned and blackest night...
Ronon had never been much good at self-deception, and now was no exception. The darkness that wrapped around him, a seductive caress from a beautiful demon, promised all manner of blessings. Oblivion...forgetting...sweet death waited in the artificial night aboard the Wraith ship.
He wept inwardly for the chance to let go. He pleaded for the ability to join Melina, to end everything by simply giving up. It was all Ronon wanted....and totally out of his control.
Ronon Dex had never been capable of giving up...there were few things he had ever failed at, and complacency had always been one of them. In the deepest corners of his psyche was some place where, no matter the weight he carried, Ronon could simply not be broken. It simply bent, molding to pain and hardship and suffering until the day when he had enough strength to throw off every impossible yoke that sought to keep him shackled.
He could not lie. He could not stop.
And so when the Wraith came and he felt the burning, the tearing of his life about to leave him, his very soul cried out in rage. The heart of the warrior beat harder and tore back, clinging to every trace of energy, every scrap of life.
Ronon clung so hard that the Wraith stopped feeding...and when he saw the creature’s eyes, he knew that he had yet to know the kind of endless night that would very soon descend upon him.
Muse: Ronon Dex
Fandom: Stargate ATLANTIS