I'm about to head out for running errands and getting treated to birthday dinner, but in the meantime I have a request. I would really, really love to feel like I can string sentences together; I've been in a creative slump for long enough that it's starting to spread. So... if you leave me a character or two -- or a pairing -- and a specific
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When she's sworn in there's a tremor in her hand that matches the one in her voice. When you're forty-third in the line of succession you never think about what it would take for the Presidency to find its way to you. She allows herself one night, in the relative safety and comfort of her official suite on Colonial One, to think about it, to cleanse herself of the tears that have been creeping up on her all day.
One thing she's sure of is that from today on she is not a person in the eyes of the general public. She will no longer be thought of as someone's colleague, someone's teacher, someone's daughter, sister, friend. Today she becomes President Roslin, and if there's one thing she's sure of it's this: in this new reality they've been handed nobody will care about her feelings. Everyone has something to grieve; everyone has something to fear. Her job will be to make decisions no one wants to deal with, decisions no one has ever ( ... )
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This is gorgeous! Poor Laura :( Your first part is so very much how I see her feeling most of the way through the show.
I love that last line so much.
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I love your brain dump about her at Epics! I kept reading it and thinking oh, that's our Laura! all the way through.
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You wrote her beautifully!
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