Endless Circle Of Fic Continues With Vila And Zhaan
OK, this one is for wychwood, who asked for "Zhaan or Vila. Or both, if the muse strikes." I don't know if this exactly involved any strikes by muses, but both it is!
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For reference, the people who have requested fic so far, and are thus currently ineligible, are: jaxomsride, sallymn, redstarrobot, kernezelda, kerravonsen, eve11, ultrapsychobrat, vilakins, izhilzha, ladymercury_10, aelfgyfu_mead, mtgat kalypso_v, trixieleitz, pherber_m, jhall1 and wychwood.
[ETA: Claimed!]
Title: Rebel Lives
Fandoms: Blake's 7/Farscape
Rating/Warnings: G, none
Length: ~175 words
Rebel Lives
"I was a rebel once," Zhaan said. "So full of anger. So desperate to save my homeworld from betrayal."
"Did you?" said Vila. "Save your planet, I mean?"
"No."
"Oh." Vila's face fell. "That's not encouraging."
"We never know what consequences our actions will lead to," said Zhaan. "There's no shame in failure. All my regrets are for the things I did because I thought they would help me succeed." She put her hand on his. "You have a good soul, Vila. Despite your..." The corner of her mouth quirked up as she glanced at the bracelet she'd caught him trying to steal. "...proclivities. Try not to lose that."
Vila looked at her wistfully. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" he said.
She smiled a little. "I'm afraid I have too many debts to pay here first."
She picked up the bracelet, pressing it into his hand. He looked at her uncertainly for a moment until she stroked his hand closed with hers and his fingers curled gently around the gift.
As always, the first eligible person to comment on this post can request a ficlet prompt. Feedback on this ficlet is not necessary to request a new one. The only rule is no repeat customers, though, of course, it's a good idea to request something in a fandom I'm familiar with. If you're not sure about a particular fandom, go ahead and ask anyway. The worst that will happen is that I'll ask you if you want to change your prompt. Or else you'll get OOC crack. I make no guarantees about how long it takes me to get to these. Could be hours, could be months.
For reference, the people who have requested fic so far, and are thus currently ineligible, are: jaxomsride, sallymn, redstarrobot, kernezelda, kerravonsen, eve11, ultrapsychobrat, vilakins, izhilzha, ladymercury_10, aelfgyfu_mead, mtgat kalypso_v, trixieleitz, pherber_m, jhall1 and wychwood.
[ETA: Claimed!]
Title: Rebel Lives
Fandoms: Blake's 7/Farscape
Rating/Warnings: G, none
Length: ~175 words
Rebel Lives
"I was a rebel once," Zhaan said. "So full of anger. So desperate to save my homeworld from betrayal."
"Did you?" said Vila. "Save your planet, I mean?"
"No."
"Oh." Vila's face fell. "That's not encouraging."
"We never know what consequences our actions will lead to," said Zhaan. "There's no shame in failure. All my regrets are for the things I did because I thought they would help me succeed." She put her hand on his. "You have a good soul, Vila. Despite your..." The corner of her mouth quirked up as she glanced at the bracelet she'd caught him trying to steal. "...proclivities. Try not to lose that."
Vila looked at her wistfully. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" he said.
She smiled a little. "I'm afraid I have too many debts to pay here first."
She picked up the bracelet, pressing it into his hand. He looked at her uncertainly for a moment until she stroked his hand closed with hers and his fingers curled gently around the gift.