BSG Fic: Under the Shadow

[daphnaea]

Title: Under the Shadow
Author: daphnaea
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Minor ones through 2.16
Characters: Kara/Lee
Summary: “You love me,” he tells her, low and mocking. He can’t see her face, but a shudder runs through her body and he doesn’t know if it’s affirmation or revulsion.
Words: 3,000ish
Disclaimer: Not mine

Comments

[kajungirl81]

Beautiful and lyrical and deep and dark, and I loved it. The T.S. Eliot quote at the beginning almost made me want to run away though because that man is evil and The Wasteland makes my head hurt. I'm way too tired to coherently express what I appreciated most in this story, but I guess it's enough to say that the emotions were so wonderfully tangible that I wanted to scream or cry or something. Great characterizations. It's so perfectly Kara and Lee, as individuals and within their unique dynamic. Awesome, awesome, and awesome.

I don't get the end though. Did it loop back around. That's my guess. Like the whole story kept flipping from the middle/end to the beginning/middle?? If so, that's *really* cool. If not, then I'm lost with that.

Ok, I will say that these little pieces stood out to me as particularly captivating:

She pushes him away, spits his blood at the floor. He twists her shirts up over her head and wipes his mouth on them before tossing them aside.
GUH. How I love the dirty wrongness. When painted this well, it brings a wonderful gritty feeling to the story.

Just the thin coffee and hard metal chairs and half-heard jokes that had stopped being funny six months ago overflowing from the triad game at the next table. Just the nuggets in the corner bragging about empty triumphs in a river of words that meant nothing but I can’t die, I can’t die, I can’t die. Lee kind of wanted to tell them that everyone in that room was dead already, just waiting for it to set in, but they obviously weren’t ready to hear it.
Ok, so that's a rather long snippet, but I love the description and emotion and energy of that part SO much. Really, your way with words in this piece *astounds* me.