Ronon Dex (
feltgoodthough) wrote2009-12-25 02:14 am
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Christmas - for Jennifer
Ronon had never cared for Christmas on Atlantis. He didn't mind it - but it had always seemed pointless to have a winter feast that celebrated winter on a planet a galaxy away. Some of the food had been interesting though.
On the island there was winter for the winter feast. It was the one time of year the weather changed. It reminded Ronon strongly of his arrival and the thought that he had been here a year now was not a comforting one. But if there was one thing he did appreciate it was the change in his and Jennifer's relationship.
On Christmas morning he slipped into her transformed home - earning himself a yowl from Socks and a muffled whine from the dog she'd inherited from Carson. He put the wrapped painting at the foot of her bed and leaned down to kiss her awake while Socks persisted into trying to climb him.
On the island there was winter for the winter feast. It was the one time of year the weather changed. It reminded Ronon strongly of his arrival and the thought that he had been here a year now was not a comforting one. But if there was one thing he did appreciate it was the change in his and Jennifer's relationship.
On Christmas morning he slipped into her transformed home - earning himself a yowl from Socks and a muffled whine from the dog she'd inherited from Carson. He put the wrapped painting at the foot of her bed and leaned down to kiss her awake while Socks persisted into trying to climb him.
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"Open it," he said, settling himself in. He thought she would like it - the painting wasn't of the city itself but of the view from one of the towers, falling down on to one of the many peers and emphasizing the ocean - a familiar sight to any who had called Atlantis home and one Ronon had missed even before he had painted it.
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"When we get back there," he told her, looking at the painting before glancing at her again. "I want to marry you." He wanted to marry her here too except it didn't seem real knowing that one day they'd vanish and not remember it.
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"When we get back there," she said quietly, "we won't remember any of this. You won't remember that's what you... what we want."
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"We're going to get married."
Just saying that made her smile grow even wider. "You know, if we're going to get married, you're going to have to stop stealing the whole bed."
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