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( Fic: Among the Techno-Mages; PG at most; shades of Galen/Anna. Spoilers through 'A Call to Arms', vaguely )

She could live with being blind- in some ways she has seen too much, and this might be for the best. No, the loss of sight wouldn't trouble her, not really ( Read more... )

I keep waiting for someone to tell me that there are things I can't do. Keep waiting for that voice in my ear, whispering- that I have no right, that I shouldn't speak to Valen Sinclair...

And I keep waiting, too, for her to wake up, come out of her strange torpor and tell me that I should kill him.

As if I would, or even could. It's done, it's ( Read more... )

Death, with all of its trappings, is not her favorite subject. She has been there and done that, and would rather not look back on it again ( Read more... )

( Laughter )

[locked to _sheridan]

She shouldn't have done it, of course. She knows that. But it's hard to pretend that she doesn't care. She's fought off this desire as long as she can- with the means at her fingertips, she finds she can't stop herself from reaching out.

Asks him... if he could talk to her again, ask her...

Are you happy?[Anna smiles] Oh, John. I ( Read more... )

It's been so long since she's considered anything as mundane as dinner; for years she has been consumed with things greater and ultimately more perilous ( Read more... )

Memory is Anna's guiltiest indulgence. Allowing herself to remember- to remember all of it ( Read more... )

Is there ever a good reason to get blindingly drunk?

( Reasons )

( 2257: New Years' Day )