Redhanded

[logopraxis]

Redhanded

Kara woke, and Zak's eyes were on her, lost in dreamy contemplation. She knew, half-consciously, that his hand had just been withdrawn from her face, where one finger had traced a line from her forehead down the length of her nose.

"Oh, frak me," she murmured groggily, as she rolled on her back and yawned into her two hands, which tented

Comments

[lotus79]

Aww, this is nice. Especially since it's pure Kara/Zak. You don't see a lot of that; Lee's usually hanging around somewhere all dark and brroding. (Not that I don't love Lee hanging around being dark and brooding...)

Also "Already did, sir" was great. I LOLed. ;)

[logopraxis]

Ha, count me in as a fan of Brooding!Lee. It's just that the Zak we see in canon is always the guy who didn't have the chops for flying, or the guy who can't hold his liquor, and I wanted to play with the question of why she actually liked him to begin with.

Thanks for commenting!

[greycoupon]

Awesome fic. There aren't enough Zak stories out there.

I do hope she does go to class with him.

[logopraxis]

Thanks!

I think Kara's style is a little too abstract - all about color and shape - for Zak's class, which is more traditional portraiture and figure-drawing. If she goes, she's going to end up turning in something totally unrelated to the actual assignment week after week and majorly pissing off the instructor. But that could be fun ;)

[somewhereapart]

*sigh* Loved this. There is not enough Zak/Kara fic out there, I say. This was really sweet, and I love the idea that Kara and Zak might have bonded over art, and that he was there when she painted the mandala.

Great work!

[logopraxis]

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

[logopraxis]

Thanks so much!

I sort of meant this to come out angstier than it did, but then I thought, screw it, this is just about their only chance at it, so let them be happy for a little while :)