I Resist the Muses

Prompt #57 

You're alone. You hear your name whispered. Who is it and what do they want to tell you?

Teyla. She can sneak up on me and lets me know, quietly, in silky tones, when she's about to kick my ass. That or she wants me to see that her son, Torren, is finally asleep.


Muse: Ronon Dex
Fandom: SGA

Prompt #53 

What is your definition of a holiday?

We had a day off once on Atlantis. Didn't turn out too good. We lost Dr. Beckett and, well, Dr. Weir wasn't in a hurry after that to decree another one for the whole city. 

Earth is a good holiday destination, I'm told. Trip to another galaxy, visiting a new world - not that I don't do just that around the Pegasus galaxy more than once a week already, but maybe get to see, first-hand, where Sheppard and McKay come from would be... interesting. 

So, not saying I haven't been yet, but never been there for the right reasons, or under the right circumstances. One trip was to save McKay's ass. And another time was to accompany Sheppard to his dad's funeral. Not exactly holiday brochure material. And certainly not the right mood or frame of mind. That said, that one time should have been a simple trip home for John, emotional but simple. But of course it turned in a cat and mouse chase with some replicator, and Sheppard missed most of his father's wake.

It's one of the quirks of this place, I think. When a day starts easy, get nervous. It'll rarely play out that way.

So, I don't know, y'know? Maybe just being able to hang out... chill with a beer, a good movie and some popcorn, without being interrupted by another major crisis or situation threatening Atlantis or my team is holiday enough for me. Yeah, not getting my ass shot at long enough to finish that ale.


Muse: Ronon Dex
Fandom: SGA

Prompt #48 

Disappointment

Myself. 

I was a runner for seven years. For some, it's inconceivably long. They find it hard to believe I survived, out there, on my own, being hunted down like a dog. They look at me, amazed I could stick it to the Wraith all that time. Yet, over three years later, three years where I tasted freedom like I never could in the previous seven, the Wraith turned me. They turned me. Like Tyre, Ara and Rakai, they made me their slave. 

I... Hell, I thought I was better than that. I thought... I believed Ara, Rakai and Tyre weak when I found out what they had become. Wraith worshippers. I thought, 'never'. I'm better than them. I'd rather die than surrender - and that's what they should have done too, as Satedans. I couldn't wrap my head around it. They were weak. 

Now that I've come down from my high, that damn enzyme rotting me from the inside out, I can't look at myself in the mirror. I can't even look at Sheppard. It's been a day, maybe two since the shivers have gone. What did Keller say? That I've apparently gone through the worst of it. I can't remember much but I remember enough.

And now, now that I've walked in their boots... shit. 

And I've lost all three, my friends, my brothers. I spat on their memory but, 't turns out I wasn't any better than them.


Muse: Ronon Dex
Fandom: SGA

Prompt #36

It's time to forget about the past
To wash away what happened last 
   - 30 Seconds To Mars

I once told McKay I try not to let things I can’t change bother me. I guess it applies to the past. While we shouldn't forget lessons learned, why dwell on the rest?


Prompt #34

"There are people I would take a bullet for and people I would like to put a bullet in." 
   -Benji (Good Charlotte)

I would take a bullet for Sheppard. For Teyla. Hell, even for McKay. Without hesitation. Come to think of it, I've pretty much already signed on to take a bullet for anyone on Atlantis... except Kavanagh. That sorry ass. He'll get what's coming to him.

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Muse: Ronon Dex
Fandom: SGA

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger". Do you agree with this statement? Why or why not?


"You want to know if what doesn't kill you makes you stronger?"  Ronon eyed Heightmeyer, his demeanour clearly indicating to her that he loathed these sessions. "Well, yes. Provided you have enough sense to learn from your experience." 

At the psychologist raised eyebrow, Ronon clarified, "You've lived through it. You push on. You'll be stronger on the other side. Makes sense. Might as well put it to good use. And the hate, pain, despair, the need for vengeance... harness those feelings and live on to kick more ass."

Who am I?


Specialist Ronon Dex. Name and rank. I used to be military. It was a long time ago. I used to be someone's son, someone's lover. A long time ago.

Then I became a runner. Not by choice. The Wraith stuck something in my back and set me free, only to chase me to the ends of this galaxy. I ran. I evaded. I fought and I killed. I have the blood of the Innocent on my hands. The Wraith... they  would kill anyone I came in contact with. Many died just for setting eyes on me. Whole villages destroyed just for being near my trail.

I still run. Even though Sheppard and his friends took that bug out of my skin. I still run in some ways. It's hard to forget what seven years of running makes you. I try and tell myself that's not all of me... that the Wraith didn't make me. But sometimes I find I'm full of hate, fury and fight. Not much else. A shell. That much I'll give to them.

I buried mates. Made new ones.

I am who I am.

I was a soldier, a trained killer way before they took me.

Turning me into a runner only forced me to hone those skills even more. Sharper, stronger, focused. Bring a man to the brink and he'll fight back with everything he's got. With all he is.

A Wraith-killer. I am and will always be until the last one is extinguished.

Muse: Ronon Dex
Fandom: SGA

"Any man who has the guts to sell his soul for love has the power to change the world." 
  - from Ghost Rider

Any man who has the guts to sell his soul for love ends up dead quicker. 

As Sheppard would say, 'been there, done that, bought the t-shirt'. 

Melena. I gave it all. I gave her all. And it wasn't enough, man. Or maybe I just like to tell myself it was all... that it should have been enough. She got my heart. She got it even before I knew she had. Would have died for her too. The wretched Wraith came... and I'd have given my life so she'd be spared. Isn't that selling your soul? Like to one of your devils? Thing is, it don't matter. They don't play by any rules. They don't fight fair. Sell your soul and they'll screw you anyway. They'll take what you're trying to protect... what you care for. 

As I said, been there, done that, bought the t-shirt...


Muse: Ronon Dex
Fandom: SGA


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