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Evening, New Caprica
She undressed him, button by button, with the soft light of the long dusk pooling on the floor. The blood was brown now under her fingernails and on the tips of her hair. The glow of killing had faded.
I love Kara Thrace
The memory came unbidden as she removed his shirt.
I love Kara Thrace and I don’t care who frakking knows!
Thirty five minutes of dust and the leaves of weeds at the small of her back; she had stood and given her name to the stars. Lee. She tried not to think about him anymore, because she made a choice, and it led her to this. A cold shell on the floor below her. Goosebumps on the backs of her arms.
Hi Honey…
She almost couldn’t bring herself to unzip his trousers, but to leave them on afforded him a certain dignity, didn’t it? Her fingers felt a little stiff but she needed to see the body naked, to know she had total domination over him.
Done now, she stood and observed; thought of spitting, but she feared she might vomit. It unnerved her that he had a belly button and a light dusting of hair on his chest. Who designed it? Did some metal headed centurion sit at a table and sketch this man, who in his flaws was somehow perfect?
Her eyes flicked downwards - she couldn’t help it - to the limp penis on his thigh. The first man she ever saw naked was at the swimming pool in Alexandria, a fat middle aged guy who strode out of the showers without a care and smiled at her shyness. She thought suddenly of Sam in the Caprican sunlight and the way his muscles moved under his skin. He would catch her and pinion her arms so she couldn’t move and trail kisses along her stomach until she begged him for -
We got married!
Who was she kidding? Kara Thrace didn’t deserve 2.4 children and a white picket fence. This was more like it, this ghost life in a grey apartment with barely a sound filtering through barred windows. She sat once more, cross legged like a schoolgirl beside the body, ran her fingertips lightly down his breastbone and wondered if she should cut along it to break open the ribs so when he came back - if he came back - he’d see his heart and lungs laid out on the floor.
On second thoughts that was too disgusting - having to spend all night with the thing was bad enough. Would he even be back before the next evening? She would be hungry before long and he didn’t keep anything in the house. Perhaps he felt like the breadwinner when he brought her meals.
She licked her lips nervously. There was a taste of something on her tongue like salt, but whether it was his blood or hers she didn’t really know. There was a sound at the door.
“Hello,” said Leoben.
“That was quick,” she replied.
“I missed you, Kara,”
He looked down into the living room from the stairs with widening eyes and she realised her attempts to degrade him were worthless; his naked body lay between them like a promise of victory. She went into the bathroom to avoid his smiles.
She undressed him, button by button, with the soft light of the long dusk pooling on the floor. The blood was brown now under her fingernails and on the tips of her hair. The glow of killing had faded.
I love Kara Thrace
The memory came unbidden as she removed his shirt.
I love Kara Thrace and I don’t care who frakking knows!
Thirty five minutes of dust and the leaves of weeds at the small of her back; she had stood and given her name to the stars. Lee. She tried not to think about him anymore, because she made a choice, and it led her to this. A cold shell on the floor below her. Goosebumps on the backs of her arms.
Hi Honey…
She almost couldn’t bring herself to unzip his trousers, but to leave them on afforded him a certain dignity, didn’t it? Her fingers felt a little stiff but she needed to see the body naked, to know she had total domination over him.
Done now, she stood and observed; thought of spitting, but she feared she might vomit. It unnerved her that he had a belly button and a light dusting of hair on his chest. Who designed it? Did some metal headed centurion sit at a table and sketch this man, who in his flaws was somehow perfect?
Her eyes flicked downwards - she couldn’t help it - to the limp penis on his thigh. The first man she ever saw naked was at the swimming pool in Alexandria, a fat middle aged guy who strode out of the showers without a care and smiled at her shyness. She thought suddenly of Sam in the Caprican sunlight and the way his muscles moved under his skin. He would catch her and pinion her arms so she couldn’t move and trail kisses along her stomach until she begged him for -
We got married!
Who was she kidding? Kara Thrace didn’t deserve 2.4 children and a white picket fence. This was more like it, this ghost life in a grey apartment with barely a sound filtering through barred windows. She sat once more, cross legged like a schoolgirl beside the body, ran her fingertips lightly down his breastbone and wondered if she should cut along it to break open the ribs so when he came back - if he came back - he’d see his heart and lungs laid out on the floor.
On second thoughts that was too disgusting - having to spend all night with the thing was bad enough. Would he even be back before the next evening? She would be hungry before long and he didn’t keep anything in the house. Perhaps he felt like the breadwinner when he brought her meals.
She licked her lips nervously. There was a taste of something on her tongue like salt, but whether it was his blood or hers she didn’t really know. There was a sound at the door.
“Hello,” said Leoben.
“That was quick,” she replied.
“I missed you, Kara,”
He looked down into the living room from the stairs with widening eyes and she realised her attempts to degrade him were worthless; his naked body lay between them like a promise of victory. She went into the bathroom to avoid his smiles.