Can you sink my basestar?
For today and over the weekend, a game! I thought I'd merge the fun of drabble bingo and battleship into one crazy mess. I think it'll be fun, but we'll find out :)
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Caprica runs her hands over the barely discernible bump. It’s so strange, carrying another life. A true blank slate, untouched by jealousy, anger, and anguish, it has only ever felt her warmth, her voice, her love.
She wonders what it’ll look like. The child at the Riverwalk - so many lifetimes ago! - was helpless and weak in her arms. But she recalls its tiny squirming body, the eyes squinting against bright sunshine, the weight of its cradled head, the fragile neck turning.
She judged it a mercy then, but she finally understands the mother’s long-dead screams. They share a language now.
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Ooh, this is both tender and chilling. Well done!
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