Fic + Icons (aka my way overdue prizes)
Remember way back when I was hosting the DPPs? And I promised prizes for the Don't Forget The Lyrics game that word_vomity won?? I finally finished them... 2 months later... *sigh*
Sorry word_vomity for being so late giving these to you! Uncooperative muses are a pain when you're trying to get things done. Hope you enjoy them now!
Split In Two, PG, prompt: close your eyes
New Caprica was hell.
From the mud, to the cold, rain, and complete lack of any real development, there was really no other way to describe it. There wasn't much to give it the title of humanity's bright, shiny future, but that's what people were calling it. Kara had never really bought into that, and as she spent more time on New Caprica, she believed it less than ever.
Sure, she’d wanted that safeguard of distance, and Kara had definitely gotten everything she asked for. It was the more she hadn’t counted on. The more that left her feeling like she was missing a part of herself, the part of her that was Lee. For as long as they’ve known each other, it’s seemed like there was some invisible string tying them to each other, always making one come back to the other eventually. She should have known that something as simple as distance wouldn’t be able to destroy that connection.
She should have stayed this time. But she’d made a decision; she couldn’t forget that, no matter how much it was tearing her apart. Besides, she had seen Lee the morning she married Sam. She could as easily forget how utterly destroyed Lee had looked that day as she could expect Lee to forgive her for what she’d done to him.
But if she closed her eyes, she could see Lee in that field, shouting declarations of love into the night sky, a broad grin stretched across his face, as if she were still beside him. She held onto those images, and both the pain and joy they brought with them, every moment from the time Lee walked away from her and Sam to the time she finally found herself in his arms again, bruised and bloodied from their fight, but finally whole again.
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A Minute To Breathe, PG, prompt: slow dancing in a crowded room
Kara’s standing at the bar on Cloud Nine, wondering why always-on-time Lee hasn’t shown up yet. She picks up the glass of ambrosia she’d just ordered and settles in to wait. She doesn’t have to wait long. Seconds later, she hears tentative footsteps behind her and smiles to herself, mentally picturing what she expects to see on Lee’s face when she turns around, as Lee approaches the bar.
Kara turns and smirks at the surprised, but appreciative expression written all over Lee's face as he stares at her in that fancy blue dress she ordinarily wouldn’t come within a mile of. Then again, there was no such thing as ordinary now. So here Kara Thrace was, all dressed up with (hopefully) somewhere to go.
"So, um, that bum knee of yours is looking pretty good... and the other one's not too bad either."
Her grin only widens when she hears the stuttered compliment about her knees, of all things. She looks out at the dancing crowd mere steps away, and suddenly longs to feel Lee's arms around her as they move to the music. She hadn't gotten all dressed up like this to just stand here.
So she asks him. "Lee, if you wanna ask me to dance, just ask."
He steps closer, face morphing from the stunned expression to something more flirtatious. He looks particularly desirable tonight, and Kara takes a deep breath to steady herself. "You wanna dance?"
When the two of them are swaying to the slow pace of the music, the rest of the crowd seems to fade away until it seems like it’s only the two of them. Kara moves closer, content to stay like this as long as possible. Despite the fact she knows it can't possibly last (the world will keep on ending), she's content to take what she can get. And for now, that's enough.
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Icons:
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Since these icons are a prize for word_vomity, I'm leaving it up to her to decide whether she wants to share them or not. If she does, please credit and don't hotlink/edit in any way.
Comments and feedback for both the fics and the icons are always welcome!
Sorry word_vomity for being so late giving these to you! Uncooperative muses are a pain when you're trying to get things done. Hope you enjoy them now!
Split In Two, PG, prompt: close your eyes
New Caprica was hell.
From the mud, to the cold, rain, and complete lack of any real development, there was really no other way to describe it. There wasn't much to give it the title of humanity's bright, shiny future, but that's what people were calling it. Kara had never really bought into that, and as she spent more time on New Caprica, she believed it less than ever.
Sure, she’d wanted that safeguard of distance, and Kara had definitely gotten everything she asked for. It was the more she hadn’t counted on. The more that left her feeling like she was missing a part of herself, the part of her that was Lee. For as long as they’ve known each other, it’s seemed like there was some invisible string tying them to each other, always making one come back to the other eventually. She should have known that something as simple as distance wouldn’t be able to destroy that connection.
She should have stayed this time. But she’d made a decision; she couldn’t forget that, no matter how much it was tearing her apart. Besides, she had seen Lee the morning she married Sam. She could as easily forget how utterly destroyed Lee had looked that day as she could expect Lee to forgive her for what she’d done to him.
But if she closed her eyes, she could see Lee in that field, shouting declarations of love into the night sky, a broad grin stretched across his face, as if she were still beside him. She held onto those images, and both the pain and joy they brought with them, every moment from the time Lee walked away from her and Sam to the time she finally found herself in his arms again, bruised and bloodied from their fight, but finally whole again.
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A Minute To Breathe, PG, prompt: slow dancing in a crowded room
Kara’s standing at the bar on Cloud Nine, wondering why always-on-time Lee hasn’t shown up yet. She picks up the glass of ambrosia she’d just ordered and settles in to wait. She doesn’t have to wait long. Seconds later, she hears tentative footsteps behind her and smiles to herself, mentally picturing what she expects to see on Lee’s face when she turns around, as Lee approaches the bar.
Kara turns and smirks at the surprised, but appreciative expression written all over Lee's face as he stares at her in that fancy blue dress she ordinarily wouldn’t come within a mile of. Then again, there was no such thing as ordinary now. So here Kara Thrace was, all dressed up with (hopefully) somewhere to go.
"So, um, that bum knee of yours is looking pretty good... and the other one's not too bad either."
Her grin only widens when she hears the stuttered compliment about her knees, of all things. She looks out at the dancing crowd mere steps away, and suddenly longs to feel Lee's arms around her as they move to the music. She hadn't gotten all dressed up like this to just stand here.
So she asks him. "Lee, if you wanna ask me to dance, just ask."
He steps closer, face morphing from the stunned expression to something more flirtatious. He looks particularly desirable tonight, and Kara takes a deep breath to steady herself. "You wanna dance?"
When the two of them are swaying to the slow pace of the music, the rest of the crowd seems to fade away until it seems like it’s only the two of them. Kara moves closer, content to stay like this as long as possible. Despite the fact she knows it can't possibly last (the world will keep on ending), she's content to take what she can get. And for now, that's enough.
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Icons:
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2
3
4
5
6
Since these icons are a prize for word_vomity, I'm leaving it up to her to decide whether she wants to share them or not. If she does, please credit and don't hotlink/edit in any way.
Comments and feedback for both the fics and the icons are always welcome!