"Lunch With a God/ess" - PG-13 - Battlestar Galatica AU - 1/2
"Lunch With a God/ess"
Written for the DPP AU Prompt "Picnic".
The park has always been one of her favorite places to find faces. The old man behind the hot dog cart might become a priest, two teenage girls might become handmaidens trailing after their mistress, who in real world was a homeless woman.
And the man in the suit who ate his lunch two benches down from her every day; the one with the sharp jaw, the sculpted lips, and the bluest eyes she'd ever seen... Well, he could become a revolutionary soldier leading a charge, St. George slaying the dragon, Apollo flying across the sky in his golden chariot.
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From: ztoa@ramsgate.edu
Subject: All Hail the Greek God!
Hey bro!
You have got to come check out the minor exhibit at Rhea Hall. No excuses!
And be sure to find the one about the sun god!
Zak
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Zak had already left two voice mails about the stupid art exhibit and now this e-mail. Not this he didn't like art, but since when did his brother? So whatever had caught Zak's fancy undoubtedly leaned towards the sophomoric - or a naked girl.
Yeah, in Zak's mind the Venus De Milo was the sculpture of of girl with a great rack.
But on the other hand, if he went and saw the exhibit then he could swing by the dorms and have dinner with Zak.
As he shrugged into his jacket he sent Zak a text asking if he was in the mood for burgers or pizza
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“I figured I should meet you here,” Zak's voice cut through the haze that had enveloped his brain. “It's kind of awesome, isn't it?”
“What the hell, Zak?” he asked, hoping this was some joke his little brother had masterminded.
Next to him Zak snorted, “How should I know? You're the one on canvas.”
From a purely objective point of view the painting was amazing. An oil done in the Hudson River School style. The landscape that covered the bottom of the picture was rich and lush, the clouds in the sky managed to glow in the reflected light of Apollo's Chariot, but then there was the god himself...
“What the hell?” he said again, still trying to comprehend the fact that it was his own face painted there.
“Come on, Lee,” Zak nudged his shoulder, “You have to have some clue. Some chick who's idea of foreplay was capture you in all your glory or something?”
If only Zak knew the truth of his sex life; it was almost sad how long it had been since he'd gotten any.
“Nah, nothing like that. God, the only person I can even think of who sketches is the hot girl from...” his voiced stopped as a thought crashed into his brain. It couldn't be.
Could it?
Looking around the room, he spotted a small table with a pile of exhibit guides and ran towards them. Flipping through the pages he stopped breathing when he found the page listing for “Flight of Apollo” and a small black and white photo of the artist.
It was her.
The woman from the park. The one he'd been working up the courage to talk to (the one who had invaded his dreams and taken over his mind).
From behind him, Zak asked, “So, do you know her?”
“No,” he answered, “But I'm having lunch with her tomorrow.”
Part Two
Written for the DPP AU Prompt "Picnic".
The park has always been one of her favorite places to find faces. The old man behind the hot dog cart might become a priest, two teenage girls might become handmaidens trailing after their mistress, who in real world was a homeless woman.
And the man in the suit who ate his lunch two benches down from her every day; the one with the sharp jaw, the sculpted lips, and the bluest eyes she'd ever seen... Well, he could become a revolutionary soldier leading a charge, St. George slaying the dragon, Apollo flying across the sky in his golden chariot.
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From: ztoa@ramsgate.edu
Subject: All Hail the Greek God!
Hey bro!
You have got to come check out the minor exhibit at Rhea Hall. No excuses!
And be sure to find the one about the sun god!
Zak
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Zak had already left two voice mails about the stupid art exhibit and now this e-mail. Not this he didn't like art, but since when did his brother? So whatever had caught Zak's fancy undoubtedly leaned towards the sophomoric - or a naked girl.
Yeah, in Zak's mind the Venus De Milo was the sculpture of of girl with a great rack.
But on the other hand, if he went and saw the exhibit then he could swing by the dorms and have dinner with Zak.
As he shrugged into his jacket he sent Zak a text asking if he was in the mood for burgers or pizza
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“I figured I should meet you here,” Zak's voice cut through the haze that had enveloped his brain. “It's kind of awesome, isn't it?”
“What the hell, Zak?” he asked, hoping this was some joke his little brother had masterminded.
Next to him Zak snorted, “How should I know? You're the one on canvas.”
From a purely objective point of view the painting was amazing. An oil done in the Hudson River School style. The landscape that covered the bottom of the picture was rich and lush, the clouds in the sky managed to glow in the reflected light of Apollo's Chariot, but then there was the god himself...
“What the hell?” he said again, still trying to comprehend the fact that it was his own face painted there.
“Come on, Lee,” Zak nudged his shoulder, “You have to have some clue. Some chick who's idea of foreplay was capture you in all your glory or something?”
If only Zak knew the truth of his sex life; it was almost sad how long it had been since he'd gotten any.
“Nah, nothing like that. God, the only person I can even think of who sketches is the hot girl from...” his voiced stopped as a thought crashed into his brain. It couldn't be.
Could it?
Looking around the room, he spotted a small table with a pile of exhibit guides and ran towards them. Flipping through the pages he stopped breathing when he found the page listing for “Flight of Apollo” and a small black and white photo of the artist.
It was her.
The woman from the park. The one he'd been working up the courage to talk to (the one who had invaded his dreams and taken over his mind).
From behind him, Zak asked, “So, do you know her?”
“No,” he answered, “But I'm having lunch with her tomorrow.”
Part Two