Twenty-Three Shades of Blue by Sethoz (R)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Major Evan Lorne
Pairing: None
Category: Major Evan Lorne, Gen, Hurt/Comfort, Character study
Warning: The stresses of captivity, torture and interrogation techniques are explored
Author on LJ: http://sethoz.livejournal.com/
Author's Website: http://community.livejournal.com/sethoz_fics/
Link: http://community.livejournal.com/sethoz_fics/23858.html
Why This Must Be Read: Lorne is captured, imprisoned and subjected to a variety of torture and non-verbal interrogation techniques. He does everything he can to resist and stay sane, focusing on memories, images and colors. I like the depiction of the practical soldier with an artist's soul and how subtle the writing is in Twenty-Three Shades of Blue. The author deftly shows the reader everything he is feeling and thinking, rather than telling, and the story is much scarier and more painful as a result. Lorne's captors are terrifyingly strange and inhuman in the few glimpses given. I also loved the restrained moment of friendship between Lorne and Sheppard at the end, which brought a smile to my face.
A snippet...
Alice Blue
Major Lorne wakes up and thinks; “Blue.” It takes him a few seconds to realise he is lying on his back, blinking lazily and staring upwards. Lorne doesn’t remember opening his eyes, doesn’t remember closing his eyes. Doesn’t remember how he got here or where here is, but for some reason he doesn’t find that troubling.
“Blue.” He thinks again after a moment, and he would nod his head wisely, except he can’t seem to gain enough energy to move at all, so he simply stares upwards, blinking every now and then, watching the blue. It’s not really blue, blue though, he decides after a while, childishly pleased that he was able to work that out. It’s more of a steel colour, a pale shade with only a hint of life in it. The shade reminds him of something, nagging at him, but he can’t get his mind to focus clearly enough. It’s just…
“Blue,” he forces out between numb lips. Lorne closes his eyes again and sleeps.
Pairing: None
Category: Major Evan Lorne, Gen, Hurt/Comfort, Character study
Warning: The stresses of captivity, torture and interrogation techniques are explored
Author on LJ: http://sethoz.livejournal.com/
Author's Website: http://community.livejournal.com/sethoz_fics/
Link: http://community.livejournal.com/sethoz_fics/23858.html
Why This Must Be Read: Lorne is captured, imprisoned and subjected to a variety of torture and non-verbal interrogation techniques. He does everything he can to resist and stay sane, focusing on memories, images and colors. I like the depiction of the practical soldier with an artist's soul and how subtle the writing is in Twenty-Three Shades of Blue. The author deftly shows the reader everything he is feeling and thinking, rather than telling, and the story is much scarier and more painful as a result. Lorne's captors are terrifyingly strange and inhuman in the few glimpses given. I also loved the restrained moment of friendship between Lorne and Sheppard at the end, which brought a smile to my face.
A snippet...
Alice Blue
Major Lorne wakes up and thinks; “Blue.” It takes him a few seconds to realise he is lying on his back, blinking lazily and staring upwards. Lorne doesn’t remember opening his eyes, doesn’t remember closing his eyes. Doesn’t remember how he got here or where here is, but for some reason he doesn’t find that troubling.
“Blue.” He thinks again after a moment, and he would nod his head wisely, except he can’t seem to gain enough energy to move at all, so he simply stares upwards, blinking every now and then, watching the blue. It’s not really blue, blue though, he decides after a while, childishly pleased that he was able to work that out. It’s more of a steel colour, a pale shade with only a hint of life in it. The shade reminds him of something, nagging at him, but he can’t get his mind to focus clearly enough. It’s just…
“Blue,” he forces out between numb lips. Lorne closes his eyes again and sleeps.
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