stolen from Clairza

[fahye]

Fuckit. I'm not getting any work done tonight.

Reply with an icon, and I'll write you a ficlet about it.

ETA: My brain has pretty much shut down, but I will keep writing these tomorrow; if you want to request one then do feel free to leave a comment :)

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[liminalliz.livejournal.com]

OMG?!

[fahye.livejournal.com]

HELLO, MY LIZZEN.

~

"Do you like music, Starbuck?" he asks her, somewhere between the third time his nose starts bleeding and the fourth time he falls from the chair.

"Now that's an interesting question. Are you going to tell me about the music of the stars? The neverending tune that we all dance to?" she drawls, watching a trickle of blood make its way down his wrist. She swallows hard and tells herself: Cylon, Cylon, he's not human.

"It's just a question, Kara." All of a sudden he's smiling, and he has a very nice smile. She tries to concentrate on his eyes instead, but there's a hint of something even more frightening there. She's glad she can't see it up close.

Until she can.

Until his fingers wrap around her neck and her head slams against the hatchway and their faces are close, far too close, and she recognises in Leoben's eyes the same strange softness - forgiveness - that Lee looks at her with when he thinks her attention is elsewhere. She doesn't know which is worse; the knowledge that Lee has forgiven her when he should not have, or that this strange enemy thing presumes to forgive her for nothing at all.

By the time he is torn off her she can hardly think, her heart is beating so loudly; anger and fear and solid heat being crammed through her veins.

"You frakked up, pal," and then the heat in her chest is liquifying and turning to wax, clogging her lungs and choking her breath. "Now the gloves come off."

When he's no longer gasping through the water, Leoben tips his head back and laughs. "Gloves. Gloves cover many things. Scratches and scars and the shaking angle of injuries not yet healed. Are you sure you want to take them off?"

When she can speak again, her voice is foreign, but at least it's coming unhindered from her mouth. There is no music in it at all. "You motherfrakker," she breathes. "You're lucky I haven't torn you apart with my -"

And she can't (bare hands) say it, she can't (no gloves) get the words out, so she gestures sharply instead. One of the Marines kicks him in the stomach, hard, and then looks over at her.

"Should we break its fingers, sir?"

She freezes.

Leoben lifts his head and smiles.

[liminalliz.livejournal.com]

WE SHALL WED ONE DAY, YOU AND I

[hobviously.livejournal.com]

omg.

[glamaphonic]

That is PRETTY AWESOME.

[liminalliz.livejournal.com]

I just re-read this. And I hafta say... OMG THIS IS SO FABULOUS I CANNOT CONTAIN MY GLEE AND SHOCK OVER HOW FABULOUS THIS IS. AAAH. HE SMILES. SUCH A NICE SMILE.

[c-regalis.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I like that, especially the perfect, perfect ending.

[malnpudl.livejournal.com]

Whoa. *speechless*

Here via c_regalis, and I'm blown away. This is perfection.

*READS AGAIN*

[liminalliz.livejournal.com]

IT STILL PACKS A PUNCH. OMG. FAHYE. "Do you like music?" OH LEOBEN THIS ISN'T A DATE (IT'S A DATE).