Peu de Roue

She knew better. Knew, when she didn’t find him at the championship game, exactly where she would find him.

She knew when she was walking toward the exit, her heels muffled on the plush carpet; she turned left when she should have gone right. Right was a quicker path to the front, where Ben was waiting with the car. Right was stress- ( Read more... )

with a prince or a vagabond

She was pouting as she scuffed her shoes; slowly walking the route her Dad had walked her along on the weekend. She didn’t see why they needed an office. She liked coming home to see her Dad and Gillian in the kitchen, heads bent over a slew of photos and random scraps of paper at the kitchen table. She liked the fact ( Read more... )

And for excess of Love my Love is dumb

It wasn’t that he couldn’t say it. And for all the times that Zoe has accused him of having the emotional depth of a teaspoon, even she knew then - it wasn’t that he wasn’t capable.

He was capable. He knew what love was. Knew it every time he looked he looked at Emily, felt her, smelled her in a room she had ( Read more... )

Leave Me the White

He slammed the door on his way out, and she could feel the reverberations through the floor she was currently curled up on, face pressed into the carpet as she sobbed. Her shoulders shook silently as the carpet itched against the wet skin of her face, but she was glad he had left, glad that the only witnesses to this failure ( Read more... )

It was never silent here.

There was always the wind, whispering in a language she couldn’t understand. The birds chatted and called from tree to tree. The whole planet seemed to have a pulse, a vibration. It wasn’t as loud as her ship had been - the constant hum of low voices and the frequency of the engines. But there was noise, and she was ( Read more... )

It wasn’t enough time.

It was a sudden, blinding, panic-induced realization as she clutched his hand in hers and fought to draw one more breath, her lungs aching as the precious oxygen burned its way into her very cellular structure, painfully necessary. It had seemed so much clearer six months ago - when Jack had sat both of them down and ( Read more... )

The first time (so far from the last) she feels her heart race in William Adama’s presence, it is shocking - her heart slams into her ribcage as if it were a wild animal, beating itself against its prison walls. The room is dim, and he looks good, kneeling on the floor of his cabin (so much younger than now, less weight spread across his frame as ( Read more... )

It hurts.

She is sure that somehow, something is trying to escape her body (pain, grief, sorrow, failure) and snagged in her chest, caught under her heart where it is stuck, and now every breath she takes she can feel it there, all sharp edges and odd angles tearing into heart and lung and bone.

It hurts.

She wants it to stop, but she can’t ( Read more... )

She hummed.

Small sounds in the back of her throat that spread in a faint tingle down her shoulders, across her breasts, into her heart where it ignited like a flash fire, burning across her skin, down, down, down, all the way to the soles of her feet. She hummed, vibrated with happiness.  His body was pressed against hers, shoulder to toes. Her ( Read more... )

She has good days and bad days.

Good days are not what others would classify as good. Good days are being able to smile without the skin pulling taut and painful. Smiling without feeling like she is about to be torn asunder. Good days are laughing without feeling the constant pressure on her ribs. Breathing without feeling the ball of pain, ( Read more... )