Eyes dont lie.
Disclaimer: I do not own stargate SG-1 or anything associated with them. They already have a brilliant creator and I am not they!
Spoilers: Ummm. Shouldnt think so
Plot: Trapped offworld with no escape, sound drowned out by gunfire, how do you say goodbye? S/J
IM BACK-ish. 37 hours awake makes me want to write...when I should be sleeping...strange. Had this floating around in my brain for a while
its not my usual style...I'll get back to that soon enough.
Hope you enjoy. If you do...REVIEW. (Oh dear lord I even rhyme!)
"You cannot say anything that your eyes do not already scream at me 100 fold" -Anon.
How many things does one look say? What can you read in a face when words are drowned out?
"I'm sorry it's ending this way." The way his brow drops at the bridge of his nose, the sadness that was receding is still tingeing the edges. His gun tense against his shoulder.
"I wasn't meant to be like this" The way his mouth curls to the left ever so slightly, the single line above his upper lip as his eyes burrow holes in you. His attention briefly distracted by gunfire.
"It should have been me" His face is practically screaming with barely contained tension, his jaw locked. The sounds of gunfire drowning out the pounding of his pulse.
"I wouldn't change a thing about the past" His nose creases slightly, his low lip sucked it, his eyes pensive. Screaming and shouting and the sounds of war deafen the world.
"But maybe the future would have been better" it isn't a smile, but his lips are curved.
"It was always you" Eyes firm. Piercing. Certain. A sad smile, but it's a smile. He catches your eyes and for a microsecond the battle forgotten.
"Always" Creased brow, dark lines in scared skin and those eyes praying you understand everything. Gun fire, staff blasts, explosions. It's over.
Because it's just too hard to say. Because there just isn't enough time. Because he was always better at this then talking. Because...does it really need saying?
Because he knows she understands.