Comments | marketchippie: you would kill for this, just a little bit

marketchippie

you would kill for this, just a little bit

Feb 11, 2012 18:34

She Laughs Like God
Battlestar Galactica, noir!AU. R. Featuring Gaius Baltar and the femme fatale in his brain; possibly the most self-indulgent 7000+ words I will ever write. (...Best not to tempt fate. But really, now.)

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miss_mishi February 12 2012, 17:19:34 UTC

ISABEL

omg. what. THIS IS SO PERFECT. I could hear james callis saying gaius's words aloud, it was so fantastic. I mean maybe I'm just going crazy hearing james callis in my head but I DON'T THINK SO I THINK THIS IS JUST AMAZING. I AM INCOHERENT.

marketchippie February 13 2012, 19:38:44 UTC

HEH. It's like a gift basket: read this fic, acquire head!Callis. I think that's a good bonus, don't you?

(♥♥♥)

hariboo February 12 2012, 19:04:43 UTC

You're so incredibly fantastic and this is beyond stunning. It's perfect for them and how they're dynamic works. How you never really know if she's in his head or not, how he doesn't either. How it's all about the haze and blurred edges of Giaus' world. And she's the only spot in focus. She's the blade he cuts the fog with and your Gaius voice is perfect.

He wakes up alone in his room. The next night, he dreams of bloodstains still wet on the walls, on the floor, and the first thing he does is look to his hands. They’re clean. He breathes in and out, shaky and slow. -- i wanted to weep here.

marketchippie February 13 2012, 19:39:06 UTC

Ahh, Ari, thank you so much. ♥

corleones February 13 2012, 19:05:30 UTC

But your Gaius voice, how is it so fucking perfect. How do you prose, Isabel.

marketchippie February 13 2012, 20:23:16 UTC

BECAUSE I CAN'T GET THIS FOOL OUT OF MY BRAIN.

THESE FOOLS.

HELP.

ever_neutral February 14 2012, 03:49:26 UTC

Ahhh, just got to this obscene monstrosity. And by oscene monstrosity I mean HOW DO YOU WORDS. TEACH ME HOW TO FLAWLESS. (but nay, lost cause.)

A blunt night, until she looked up and it sharpened into the shape of her. and her hands are beneath his lapels, close as a pickpocket and seeking, perhaps, his heart. -- FUCK THESE LINES. A PICKPOCKETER SEEKING HIS HEART? How do you - ?

Here is my heart, he’d be willing to think, as he unzips his pants. -- YOU!

Also that whole first section was sex (lol, no kidding) and did funny things to my insides.

AND THEN SHE THREATENS TO SLIT HIS THROAT. WHAT. HOW. WHY DO YOU THESE THINGS.

AND AHHHHH THE LAST TWO SECTIONS WHAT WHAT WHAT AM I READING.

I enjoyed this immensely, if it wasn't obvious. The way you've written these two is disgusting. And by disgusting I mean HOW.