BSG || Roslin/Tory || The Slow Descent
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Title: The Slow Descent
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters/Pairings: Roslin/Tory
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Prompt: Challenge 257 - Before
A/N: Another one, because I'm having serious bouts of BSG nostalgia.
Softly, like a gentle disciple of Aphrodite’s many moods, Tory Foster placed a small charm on Laura’s bedside.
“An offering?” Laura chuckled, her skin pallid as her cells betrayed her body. “I’m no goddess, Tory. I can’t answer your prayers.”
“But you did, once.” Tory bent over to kiss her forehead. Tory's voice was soft, as though realizing something. “Look at you: mortal, like everyone else.”
Laura smiled tiredly. “I was hoping you’d notice sooner rather than later.”
Tory sat by Laura’s bedside as the ill President sank deeper into her bed, watching as this particular deity fell asleep.
Title: The Slow Descent
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters/Pairings: Roslin/Tory
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Prompt: Challenge 257 - Before
A/N: Another one, because I'm having serious bouts of BSG nostalgia.
Softly, like a gentle disciple of Aphrodite’s many moods, Tory Foster placed a small charm on Laura’s bedside.
“An offering?” Laura chuckled, her skin pallid as her cells betrayed her body. “I’m no goddess, Tory. I can’t answer your prayers.”
“But you did, once.” Tory bent over to kiss her forehead. Tory's voice was soft, as though realizing something. “Look at you: mortal, like everyone else.”
Laura smiled tiredly. “I was hoping you’d notice sooner rather than later.”
Tory sat by Laura’s bedside as the ill President sank deeper into her bed, watching as this particular deity fell asleep.