Amor Caecus Est
Title: Amor Caecus Est
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Adama, Tigh
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Word Count: 205
Rating: G.
Author's Notes: My series focuses on one character without an actor: the Galactica.
He walked through the corridors, watching his feet. He didn’t have to watch where he was going, because he knew the corridors better than himself and anyone he met at this late hour would move out of the way.
He looked up over his glasses as a few off-duty crewmen, laughing, passed by. They saluted quickly, and he nodded. They continued past him.
Adama paused there at the junction in the corridor, looking over his glasses at the grey tones of the walls. Putting a hand on the deck plate, he felt the cool metal warm under his hand. This was his favorite time of day, when the Galactica was shut down for the night shift and he could be alone with his ship.
It wasn’t for long-it never was. “What are you doing, Bill?”
Adama turned to see Tigh approach. “Thinking about the Galactica.”
Tigh looked around. “She’s saved my life more than once.”
“She’s saved us all more than once,” Adama said.
“You going to bed?” Tigh said, continuing down the hall.
“In a minute,” Adama said. Tigh disappeared around the corner.
Adama patted the bulkhead twice, before letting his hand fall from the plating. “Good ship,” he said quietly. “Good ship.”
To Be Continued.
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Adama, Tigh
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Word Count: 205
Rating: G.
Author's Notes: My series focuses on one character without an actor: the Galactica.
He walked through the corridors, watching his feet. He didn’t have to watch where he was going, because he knew the corridors better than himself and anyone he met at this late hour would move out of the way.
He looked up over his glasses as a few off-duty crewmen, laughing, passed by. They saluted quickly, and he nodded. They continued past him.
Adama paused there at the junction in the corridor, looking over his glasses at the grey tones of the walls. Putting a hand on the deck plate, he felt the cool metal warm under his hand. This was his favorite time of day, when the Galactica was shut down for the night shift and he could be alone with his ship.
It wasn’t for long-it never was. “What are you doing, Bill?”
Adama turned to see Tigh approach. “Thinking about the Galactica.”
Tigh looked around. “She’s saved my life more than once.”
“She’s saved us all more than once,” Adama said.
“You going to bed?” Tigh said, continuing down the hall.
“In a minute,” Adama said. Tigh disappeared around the corner.
Adama patted the bulkhead twice, before letting his hand fall from the plating. “Good ship,” he said quietly. “Good ship.”
To Be Continued.