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A/N: This was written for the prompt:
SG-1, Tealc, Regina Spektor's official music video for the song Samson
No Freedom Here
Drey'auc's hair had fascinated Teal'c since he had first seen her among Apophis' Jaffa. It was like feathers and it flew in the wind. As a warrior in training, his own hair was shaved to prevent endangering him. Hair was too easy to grab in a fight. It could be used to control a person.
Teal'c wanted to sink his fingers into Drey'auc's hair, but not to control it, just to see it curl around his fingers. It was free in a way that nothing else was.
When he became Bra'tac's apprentice, in training to become First Prime to their God, Drey'auc agreed to marry him. He loved her and he was loyal to his God.
When he made First Prime, though, he was already beginning to question his God.
He whispered his fears only once, into his wife's hair. It had been a long day, a hard day, and he had come home to wrap his arms around his wife and stand in the evening breeze, feeling her hair fly free against his chest. He whispered his worries and his doubts into her hair and thought of freedom.
When they went in, after he had eaten but before he went to bed, she brought him a pair of scissors.
"Why have you brought me scissors, Drey'auc?" He had been confused, nothing more.
"I want you to cut my hair short. It is not right to love anyone more than our god."
He had been silent for a long moment and they had simply stared at one another. Then he had positions her before him and carefully cut her feathered hair and let the locks falls to the ground.
There would be no flying free here.