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Fahye's recipe for a semi-healthy and delicious dinner: hot chocolate, carrot sticks and tuna dip made from a recipe gratefully stolen from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ryokophoenix's mother (instructions: dump tuna in bowl, gloop on tomato sauce and low-fat mayonnaise to taste, stir), eaten in front of VMars.
(Speaking of: Mac + Cassidy = the cutest. thing. ever. I have also, within the space of a single episode, developed an alarming love for Logan + Hannah-The-Plot-Device.)
Forliminalliz -
five times Leoben got under Kara’s skin
1) She refuses to react to the fact that he plays the piano, that he closes his eyes and dips his body to and fro just as her father did, that there is a frakking piano on a Cylon ship. He plays silly learning exercises for children and her own fingers twitch with muscle memory. He plays folk songs and she hates him deeply, purely, for the presumption of celebrating human history in music played by a machine. He plays an unfamiliar tune that gradually segues into something very familiar indeed; three bars into her favourite composition of her father’s, Kara stands up and throws her chair against the wall. She misses him by about a foot and wishes she’d had the guts to actually bother aiming.
2) When Adama dies Kara is stiff with fury at herself for not being there, fury at the Old Man for not being invulnerable after all, fury at Lee for the fact that he has more claim over this terrible, heart-searing grief than she does.
She sits and says nothing for days, turning her anger over and over in her mind, refusing to let anything show. Leoben sits beside her for hours at a time and reads his books, eats brown rice with a fork, and (infuriatingly) doesn’t inflict platitudes, mockery, or unwanted comfort on her.
She only cries when he takes her hand.
3) “Lee is a Cylon,” he says, and her breath catches in her chest because she’s too distracted by the warmth of his smile to remember that he’s a liar.
4) “Motherfrakker!” she yells, giving in to the violence for the first time.
“Oh, I don’t think you want to talk to me about your mother, Kara.” He takes two kicks and a hard blow to the head before retaliating, moving in a blur and tripping her up.
She glares up at him from the cold floor, his forearm like a vice across her collarbone, pinning her down. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” he says, and kisses her.
5) They talk religion and philosophy for five hours straight, arguing the finer points of the Scrolls with the finesse of those brought up to believe, and believe hard. Kara has almost let herself enjoy it when Leoben says something about destiny and looks at her with his eyes the colour of merciless ocean storms. Then she remembers his hands around her neck.
Forcrazylittleme -
five times River dances
1) “River. River, stop that. People are staring.” Regan pulled her lips into a thin bright smile and flashed it at the crowd in the foyer of the theatre. “Simon, please make your sister behave.”
Simon made a half-hearted grab at his sister’s tiny wrist, but he was quite content to watch her – ronde de jambe, pas de chat, tendu – as she carried out a flawless imitation of the corps de ballet’s last dance, her brow furrowed in concentration, her feet straining to point within her very polished shoes.
2) One slow afternoon Inara and River knelt side-by-side on plush red cushions and the Companion taught the girl the graceful art of enun-la, the dance of the wrists.
“She looks so normal,” Simon said to Mal, as they watched from the doorway. “I can only imagine how she has missed learning new dances.”
Mal’s eyes traced the perfect line of Inara’s forearm and the dizzy beauty of her approving smile. “Right,” he said, “I imagine. Yeah.”
3) Five Reavers were dead before River found the rhythm, and then the speed of death accelerated. She had no breath to laugh but part of her thrilled at the asymmetric weight of the weapons (she had always loved to work with props), the challenge of movement within a confined space, the growling din that was music if she listened hard enough, the feel of blood between her pointed toes.
4) Mal could never quite train River out of flying with her feet up on the console, her eyes wide and serious as they scanned the sky over her pale knees. She got into the habit of using them as extra hands, reaching across to open a comlink with her big toe or knocking a lever with her heel as her hands clenched around the throttle.
Mal shook his head and pretended to despair. “Descended from a right weird monkey, you are, girl.”
River ducked her head and grinned and her feet remembered a tap lesson from long ago, beating out a musical morse code around the lights of the console.
5) River danced with her brother at his wedding; drew him onto the floor by both of his hands, laid her head on his chest and told him with perfect lucidity how pleased she was to see him so happy.
ryokophoenix's mother (instructions: dump tuna in bowl, gloop on tomato sauce and low-fat mayonnaise to taste, stir), eaten in front of VMars. (Speaking of: Mac + Cassidy = the cutest. thing. ever. I have also, within the space of a single episode, developed an alarming love for Logan + Hannah-The-Plot-Device.)
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liminalliz - five times Leoben got under Kara’s skin
1) She refuses to react to the fact that he plays the piano, that he closes his eyes and dips his body to and fro just as her father did, that there is a frakking piano on a Cylon ship. He plays silly learning exercises for children and her own fingers twitch with muscle memory. He plays folk songs and she hates him deeply, purely, for the presumption of celebrating human history in music played by a machine. He plays an unfamiliar tune that gradually segues into something very familiar indeed; three bars into her favourite composition of her father’s, Kara stands up and throws her chair against the wall. She misses him by about a foot and wishes she’d had the guts to actually bother aiming.
2) When Adama dies Kara is stiff with fury at herself for not being there, fury at the Old Man for not being invulnerable after all, fury at Lee for the fact that he has more claim over this terrible, heart-searing grief than she does.
She sits and says nothing for days, turning her anger over and over in her mind, refusing to let anything show. Leoben sits beside her for hours at a time and reads his books, eats brown rice with a fork, and (infuriatingly) doesn’t inflict platitudes, mockery, or unwanted comfort on her.
She only cries when he takes her hand.
3) “Lee is a Cylon,” he says, and her breath catches in her chest because she’s too distracted by the warmth of his smile to remember that he’s a liar.
4) “Motherfrakker!” she yells, giving in to the violence for the first time.
“Oh, I don’t think you want to talk to me about your mother, Kara.” He takes two kicks and a hard blow to the head before retaliating, moving in a blur and tripping her up.
She glares up at him from the cold floor, his forearm like a vice across her collarbone, pinning her down. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” he says, and kisses her.
5) They talk religion and philosophy for five hours straight, arguing the finer points of the Scrolls with the finesse of those brought up to believe, and believe hard. Kara has almost let herself enjoy it when Leoben says something about destiny and looks at her with his eyes the colour of merciless ocean storms. Then she remembers his hands around her neck.
For
crazylittleme - five times River dances
1) “River. River, stop that. People are staring.” Regan pulled her lips into a thin bright smile and flashed it at the crowd in the foyer of the theatre. “Simon, please make your sister behave.”
Simon made a half-hearted grab at his sister’s tiny wrist, but he was quite content to watch her – ronde de jambe, pas de chat, tendu – as she carried out a flawless imitation of the corps de ballet’s last dance, her brow furrowed in concentration, her feet straining to point within her very polished shoes.
2) One slow afternoon Inara and River knelt side-by-side on plush red cushions and the Companion taught the girl the graceful art of enun-la, the dance of the wrists.
“She looks so normal,” Simon said to Mal, as they watched from the doorway. “I can only imagine how she has missed learning new dances.”
Mal’s eyes traced the perfect line of Inara’s forearm and the dizzy beauty of her approving smile. “Right,” he said, “I imagine. Yeah.”
3) Five Reavers were dead before River found the rhythm, and then the speed of death accelerated. She had no breath to laugh but part of her thrilled at the asymmetric weight of the weapons (she had always loved to work with props), the challenge of movement within a confined space, the growling din that was music if she listened hard enough, the feel of blood between her pointed toes.
4) Mal could never quite train River out of flying with her feet up on the console, her eyes wide and serious as they scanned the sky over her pale knees. She got into the habit of using them as extra hands, reaching across to open a comlink with her big toe or knocking a lever with her heel as her hands clenched around the throttle.
Mal shook his head and pretended to despair. “Descended from a right weird monkey, you are, girl.”
River ducked her head and grinned and her feet remembered a tap lesson from long ago, beating out a musical morse code around the lights of the console.
5) River danced with her brother at his wedding; drew him onto the floor by both of his hands, laid her head on his chest and told him with perfect lucidity how pleased she was to see him so happy.