Minotaur, for icedteainthebag
Title: Minotaur
Author: theastolat
Summary: Kara struggles to interpret what Laura meant when she called her a labyrinth.
Characters: Kara, Laura
Pairings: Kara/Laura
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Title, Author and URL of original story: Labyrinth, icedteainthebag, http://icedteainthebag.livejournal.com/15982.html
"You're a labyrinth, Kara Thrace. The brave lose themselves in you, most barely escape unscathed, and the rare few will find your heart."
More mind frakking. Kara knows Laura doesn't mean it to be, but that doesn't change the fact that she's sitting back on her own rack with her hands holding up her head, pressing her palms against her skull like it might explode if she lets go. What the frak, Laura? She's asking no one as if she'll even get an answer.
Kara knows she has a tendency to over think. She grimaces. Laura doesn't deserve to have her words twisted and mutated by her dark and wretched mind. But she can't stop her thoughts. She sits, staring mutely, her external world a whisper she cannot hear.
She's a labyrinth. The brave lose themselves in her. Brave men like Lee. Like Sam. She draws them in, tempting them with treasures and fulfilled wishes and they valiantly traverse her twists and turns. But they quickly discover those corridors are unending, ever changing, and impossible to navigate. They will try, and go mad, and even if they do manage to stumble back outside those walls, they are broken.
Kara closes her eyes, wincing again. That's not what she meant. But she can't think of what else it could mean. What does it mean that people get lost in her, and that she's someone people would need to escape from? That's not what she meant.
The rare few will find her heart. Kara thinks Laura is talking about herself. She is one of the rare few, but she hasn't found Kara's heart yet. She's probably still lost, wandering her corridors of blackened brick walls, struggling through dangerous obstacles, beaten and bloodied but somehow still on her feet, still searching.
A small cry escapes her lips. Laura is searching. It's too much pressure. What if she doesn't make it? What if Laura gets lost too? What if she barely escapes unscathed? I don't want to see her get hurt.
The minotaur bellows inside her so loudly she starts to shake. Even if Laura were to find the centre of the maze, Kara doubts she has the strength to defeat that beast, and Kara cries thinking what it would do to her.
Kara has to protect her, has to keep her away. She sniffs and stares at the other end of the rack, brow tense with resolve. But seeing her only makes her cry more, and Laura's eyes are like glass.
“Kara?”
In this stolen room in this stolen moment Kara will break another heart. Another brave soul will be left beaten and broken on the edge of her walls and being denied the heart of another, the minotaur will eat from her own.
Kara doesn't notice Laura approach. When she wipes her eyes she is so close it frightens her. She tries to back away but finds she cannot. A wall blocks her, and Laura surrounds her. Then hands are on her shoulders and Laura doesn't speak, only holds her.
“I can't do this. Let go. You need to let go.” Kara's struggles are weak, but her limbs are on fire. She could strike savagely, kick and scratch and snarl like the beast inside her. Break this woman herself and the minotaur will never rip out her heart.
“I said let go!” Eyes ablaze, teeth sharpened. But her heart shudders. Laura doesn't flinch. Kara screams again, screams in her face. Laura's eyes are stern and still.
The beast is looming, flexing claws, grinding teeth, drooling with a perverse hunger. Kara bucks against the wall, swings her arms and shoves the woman away.
Her arms have no strength. They can't unlatch Laura's hands from her. The just beat and push feebly and she sobs miserably in her failure. Her body trembles with each pound of the beast's hooves, her bones rattle when he roars, and Kara clenches shut her eyes when he lunges forward.
Air sharply fills her lungs. It rushes deep inside her like a powerful, searching wind, extinguishing the flames that ate and eroded her tired limbs. When Kara can breathe she can feel a hand over her chest, the firm and gentle pressure soothing her somehow. The beast grunts and bows and when it turns, Kara feels it stomp away.
“You think I don't know a thing or two about dealing with demons?” Laura asks her, a tender smirk of amusement curling on her lips.
Kara gapes in shock and Laura strokes her cheek, collecting tears on her fingertip. Her head tilts with affection and her eyes shine with love.
Kara swallows. She can still feel the beast inside her, guarding her heart. “It's still there.”
Laura nods, pouting with empathy. “I know.” Her hand cups her face. Her thumb rubs gently across the salt.
Kara breaths in shakily and frowns but it makes Laura smile. She pushes her hand more firmly over her heart and Kara feels it begin to ease. She moans and sinks with the relief and Laura pulls herself more tightly against her body.
Laura's lips are soft against hers and Kara feels her strength return, as if Laura were keeping it for her. She reaches out, winding her arms around her lover's body, filling her hair with her hands and pulling her more deeply inside. The minotaur watches silently.
Author: theastolat
Summary: Kara struggles to interpret what Laura meant when she called her a labyrinth.
Characters: Kara, Laura
Pairings: Kara/Laura
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Title, Author and URL of original story: Labyrinth, icedteainthebag, http://icedteainthebag.livejournal.com/15982.html
"You're a labyrinth, Kara Thrace. The brave lose themselves in you, most barely escape unscathed, and the rare few will find your heart."
More mind frakking. Kara knows Laura doesn't mean it to be, but that doesn't change the fact that she's sitting back on her own rack with her hands holding up her head, pressing her palms against her skull like it might explode if she lets go. What the frak, Laura? She's asking no one as if she'll even get an answer.
Kara knows she has a tendency to over think. She grimaces. Laura doesn't deserve to have her words twisted and mutated by her dark and wretched mind. But she can't stop her thoughts. She sits, staring mutely, her external world a whisper she cannot hear.
She's a labyrinth. The brave lose themselves in her. Brave men like Lee. Like Sam. She draws them in, tempting them with treasures and fulfilled wishes and they valiantly traverse her twists and turns. But they quickly discover those corridors are unending, ever changing, and impossible to navigate. They will try, and go mad, and even if they do manage to stumble back outside those walls, they are broken.
Kara closes her eyes, wincing again. That's not what she meant. But she can't think of what else it could mean. What does it mean that people get lost in her, and that she's someone people would need to escape from? That's not what she meant.
The rare few will find her heart. Kara thinks Laura is talking about herself. She is one of the rare few, but she hasn't found Kara's heart yet. She's probably still lost, wandering her corridors of blackened brick walls, struggling through dangerous obstacles, beaten and bloodied but somehow still on her feet, still searching.
A small cry escapes her lips. Laura is searching. It's too much pressure. What if she doesn't make it? What if Laura gets lost too? What if she barely escapes unscathed? I don't want to see her get hurt.
The minotaur bellows inside her so loudly she starts to shake. Even if Laura were to find the centre of the maze, Kara doubts she has the strength to defeat that beast, and Kara cries thinking what it would do to her.
Kara has to protect her, has to keep her away. She sniffs and stares at the other end of the rack, brow tense with resolve. But seeing her only makes her cry more, and Laura's eyes are like glass.
“Kara?”
In this stolen room in this stolen moment Kara will break another heart. Another brave soul will be left beaten and broken on the edge of her walls and being denied the heart of another, the minotaur will eat from her own.
Kara doesn't notice Laura approach. When she wipes her eyes she is so close it frightens her. She tries to back away but finds she cannot. A wall blocks her, and Laura surrounds her. Then hands are on her shoulders and Laura doesn't speak, only holds her.
“I can't do this. Let go. You need to let go.” Kara's struggles are weak, but her limbs are on fire. She could strike savagely, kick and scratch and snarl like the beast inside her. Break this woman herself and the minotaur will never rip out her heart.
“I said let go!” Eyes ablaze, teeth sharpened. But her heart shudders. Laura doesn't flinch. Kara screams again, screams in her face. Laura's eyes are stern and still.
The beast is looming, flexing claws, grinding teeth, drooling with a perverse hunger. Kara bucks against the wall, swings her arms and shoves the woman away.
Her arms have no strength. They can't unlatch Laura's hands from her. The just beat and push feebly and she sobs miserably in her failure. Her body trembles with each pound of the beast's hooves, her bones rattle when he roars, and Kara clenches shut her eyes when he lunges forward.
Air sharply fills her lungs. It rushes deep inside her like a powerful, searching wind, extinguishing the flames that ate and eroded her tired limbs. When Kara can breathe she can feel a hand over her chest, the firm and gentle pressure soothing her somehow. The beast grunts and bows and when it turns, Kara feels it stomp away.
“You think I don't know a thing or two about dealing with demons?” Laura asks her, a tender smirk of amusement curling on her lips.
Kara gapes in shock and Laura strokes her cheek, collecting tears on her fingertip. Her head tilts with affection and her eyes shine with love.
Kara swallows. She can still feel the beast inside her, guarding her heart. “It's still there.”
Laura nods, pouting with empathy. “I know.” Her hand cups her face. Her thumb rubs gently across the salt.
Kara breaths in shakily and frowns but it makes Laura smile. She pushes her hand more firmly over her heart and Kara feels it begin to ease. She moans and sinks with the relief and Laura pulls herself more tightly against her body.
Laura's lips are soft against hers and Kara feels her strength return, as if Laura were keeping it for her. She reaches out, winding her arms around her lover's body, filling her hair with her hands and pulling her more deeply inside. The minotaur watches silently.