Sorry
Another "wrote it on TF and then forgot about it" fic.
Title: Sorry
Fandom: Farscape
Character: the Vorc. Yes, the goddamned Vorc.
Time Frame: During Beware of Dog
Spoilers: for BoD only
Synopsis: Final thoughts of the Vorc
Word Count: 100(ish)
Rating: PG
Warning: charater death, bad syntax, vorc pov, angst
Disclaimer: Farscape and the characters and settings therein are the property of the Henson Company, and are used here entirely without permission but entirely with respect. This is for love, not for money.
Acknowledgments: Noone is to blame for this except myself.
Author's Notes: Written for the 4th Terra Firma Beach Bash; prompt of "Creature Feature"
Cold. Colder. Hole in side, pain worse, now better. Fading. Not-enemy, friend, long-black-head-frill, face is wet. Why face is wet? Smells sad. Should not be sad. Hunt sucessful. Enemy dead. Home safe.
Friend making noises again, noises I understand. Tells I good job. Tells she sorry - what sorry? Everything good, friend good, job good, I good. Pain not good, but almost gone.
I fading. I going with pain. Do not want to leave, but happy, happy hunt sucessful, happy to serve. Happy to do what born to do. What more is?
I will miss friend. Maybe - maybe that is sorry.
If I had a dollar for every weird little drabble I've written from the POV of some minor one-shot character... *shakes head* This one is definately pushing the edge, though. That syntax was hard to do!!.
Title: Sorry
Fandom: Farscape
Character: the Vorc. Yes, the goddamned Vorc.
Time Frame: During Beware of Dog
Spoilers: for BoD only
Synopsis: Final thoughts of the Vorc
Word Count: 100(ish)
Rating: PG
Warning: charater death, bad syntax, vorc pov, angst
Disclaimer: Farscape and the characters and settings therein are the property of the Henson Company, and are used here entirely without permission but entirely with respect. This is for love, not for money.
Acknowledgments: Noone is to blame for this except myself.
Author's Notes: Written for the 4th Terra Firma Beach Bash; prompt of "Creature Feature"
Cold. Colder. Hole in side, pain worse, now better. Fading. Not-enemy, friend, long-black-head-frill, face is wet. Why face is wet? Smells sad. Should not be sad. Hunt sucessful. Enemy dead. Home safe.
Friend making noises again, noises I understand. Tells I good job. Tells she sorry - what sorry? Everything good, friend good, job good, I good. Pain not good, but almost gone.
I fading. I going with pain. Do not want to leave, but happy, happy hunt sucessful, happy to serve. Happy to do what born to do. What more is?
I will miss friend. Maybe - maybe that is sorry.
If I had a dollar for every weird little drabble I've written from the POV of some minor one-shot character... *shakes head* This one is definately pushing the edge, though. That syntax was hard to do!!.