"The Altar of Public Perception" - Adama/Roslin Drabble
Title: The Altar of Public Perception
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my show.
A/N: Written for ar_drabbles 's "crossroads" prompt. Thank you to nixmom for her beta and title.
I know where Lee is taking this; I knew from the moment he opened his mouth.
I can sense that Laura knows it too. I can see her body tensing; she is solidifying her armor, preparing for battle.
I try to stop it. I try to call a truce. But there is a hunger in both of their eyes that cannot be sated by my love for either of them. Vengeance congeals their hearts.
They have come for their pound of flesh. I want to offer my body up as their prize; I’d rather be ripped to shreds than watch them destroy themselves.
He strikes first, barely scratching. It is enough to let her know what his intentions are; he is going for the kill.
She leans forward, offers him an out. She doesn’t want to shed unnecessary blood.
But his head is spinning with adrenaline; he thinks he can win this with one, fatal knockout.
He aims deliberately. He hits the target with startling accuracy.
He thinks he has won but she is still standing.
She strikes without aiming; we are all her targets.
Laura rips us all apart with one. Fatal. Hit.
I bow my head in shame.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 200 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters, not my show.
A/N: Written for ar_drabbles 's "crossroads" prompt. Thank you to nixmom for her beta and title.
I know where Lee is taking this; I knew from the moment he opened his mouth.
I can sense that Laura knows it too. I can see her body tensing; she is solidifying her armor, preparing for battle.
I try to stop it. I try to call a truce. But there is a hunger in both of their eyes that cannot be sated by my love for either of them. Vengeance congeals their hearts.
They have come for their pound of flesh. I want to offer my body up as their prize; I’d rather be ripped to shreds than watch them destroy themselves.
He strikes first, barely scratching. It is enough to let her know what his intentions are; he is going for the kill.
She leans forward, offers him an out. She doesn’t want to shed unnecessary blood.
But his head is spinning with adrenaline; he thinks he can win this with one, fatal knockout.
He aims deliberately. He hits the target with startling accuracy.
He thinks he has won but she is still standing.
She strikes without aiming; we are all her targets.
Laura rips us all apart with one. Fatal. Hit.
I bow my head in shame.