seven. [video]
[ OOC: Teal is D'Anna Biers. ]
[ Caprica's house on the lake is not terribly far from the edge of the Gardens, in its own little place of seclusion. It affords her some peace and quiet, something which she appreciates right now; as much as the isolation tears at her, it's necessary, at least for the time being. But its location at the very edges of the garden paths also allows for something else to creep in.
She hasn't even noticed the Vine, it seems, focused on cleaning up the kitchen, dishes left over from lunch - she's been trying to teach herself to cook, with varying degrees of success. And if she doesn't notice the Vine, she certainly doesn't notice that someone has slipped up behind her until she hears a very familiar voice - low, feminine, accented. ]
Hello, Caprica.
[ And normally so graceful, Caprica startles, turns around sharply to face the blonde woman standing behind her. She stares for a long moment, hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter so tightly her knuckles are white; her lips part, but it's a long moment before she speaks, her voice tense. ]
D'Anna?
[ The woman doesn't respond immediately, too engaged with taking in their surroundings; the corner of her mouth curves in a little smirk. ] This is his house, isn't it? Just like the one you destroyed-
-What are you doing here?
[ Caprica doesn't wait for D'Anna to finish; she pushes away from the counter, straightening up, her tone of voice somewhere between hopeful and bitterly angry. Her eyes are wide, fixed on the other woman. This copy - all of the copies of Three have been boxed. D'Anna can't be here. Can she?
D'Anna, for her part, looks at Caprica for a long moment before she chuckles quietly. It's not really a particularly nice sound. ]
Are you angry, Caprica?
Yes. [ She doesn't hesitate much over that answer. ] I don't understand- I've tried to, to have some perspective-
Maybe it wasn't God's plan. Have you thought of that? [ Caprica doesn't move, but D'Anna does, takes a step closer to her, her voice low and coaxing. ] God had a plan for me, and for Gaius, and you weren't a part of it. We were better off without you there, Caprica.
[ Caprica has spent all this time, over the past couple of weeks since returning to the Gardens, building up this layer of armor against the bitterness and the betrayal - but those words are knives that slip right through the cracks and reopen the wound in her heart as if it never stopped bleeding to begin with. She's frozen in place, but she's shaking now, and it takes her several long moments to find breath enough to get the words out- she's sounding like a broken record, but she doesn't care, maybe if she says it just enough things will change- ] I loved you. Both of you.
Love? [ D'Anna looks a little incredulous, like she can't quite believe what she's hearing. ] Last I checked, you smashed my head in with a rock on Caprica-
That was something I had to do-
-and then you voted with Cavil to box my entire model line. That's an interesting definition of love.
I didn't want- [ The half-protest is an angry one, though her face and her whole body are pleading, desperate, please stop. D'Anna's closed in on her physically by now, raising a hand to touch Caprica's cheek. The contact makes her utterly still and quiet, her gaze fixed on the other woman's, breath shallow. ]
You should really stop trying to pretend to be human, Caprica, you're terrible at it.
[ And then D'Anna kisses her, hard. For a long, breathless moment, Caprica doesn't respond - then the desire hits her full-force and she kisses back, fierce and helpless and passionate and anguished, arms wrapping around D'Anna's neck. It's so familiar - D'Anna's taste, her warmth, the feel of her skin. Seconds tick by, and then Caprica pulls away, slowly, breathing hard, trembling.
All of a sudden Caprica jerks backward, pushing D'Anna away from her. There's an instant of uncertainty on her face before her expression resolves into something. Her smile is terrible, and she shakes her head. ]
You're not real. You can't be. Get out.
[ For the first time in the entire conversation, D'Anna looks confused. ] Caprica-
I said get out.
[ There's no give in her voice this time; it's taut, unyielding. D'Anna looks at her for a long moment, and then a tiny smile turns up the corner of her mouth. Between one breath and the next she's gone.
Caprica stares at the place where her lover was, then leans back against the counter, breathing out fast. Her eyes fall closed and she swallows hard around the knot in her throat. She still hasn't noticed the mirror, which has recorded the entire scene. ]
[ Caprica's house on the lake is not terribly far from the edge of the Gardens, in its own little place of seclusion. It affords her some peace and quiet, something which she appreciates right now; as much as the isolation tears at her, it's necessary, at least for the time being. But its location at the very edges of the garden paths also allows for something else to creep in.
She hasn't even noticed the Vine, it seems, focused on cleaning up the kitchen, dishes left over from lunch - she's been trying to teach herself to cook, with varying degrees of success. And if she doesn't notice the Vine, she certainly doesn't notice that someone has slipped up behind her until she hears a very familiar voice - low, feminine, accented. ]
Hello, Caprica.
[ And normally so graceful, Caprica startles, turns around sharply to face the blonde woman standing behind her. She stares for a long moment, hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter so tightly her knuckles are white; her lips part, but it's a long moment before she speaks, her voice tense. ]
D'Anna?
[ The woman doesn't respond immediately, too engaged with taking in their surroundings; the corner of her mouth curves in a little smirk. ] This is his house, isn't it? Just like the one you destroyed-
-What are you doing here?
[ Caprica doesn't wait for D'Anna to finish; she pushes away from the counter, straightening up, her tone of voice somewhere between hopeful and bitterly angry. Her eyes are wide, fixed on the other woman. This copy - all of the copies of Three have been boxed. D'Anna can't be here. Can she?
D'Anna, for her part, looks at Caprica for a long moment before she chuckles quietly. It's not really a particularly nice sound. ]
Are you angry, Caprica?
Yes. [ She doesn't hesitate much over that answer. ] I don't understand- I've tried to, to have some perspective-
Maybe it wasn't God's plan. Have you thought of that? [ Caprica doesn't move, but D'Anna does, takes a step closer to her, her voice low and coaxing. ] God had a plan for me, and for Gaius, and you weren't a part of it. We were better off without you there, Caprica.
[ Caprica has spent all this time, over the past couple of weeks since returning to the Gardens, building up this layer of armor against the bitterness and the betrayal - but those words are knives that slip right through the cracks and reopen the wound in her heart as if it never stopped bleeding to begin with. She's frozen in place, but she's shaking now, and it takes her several long moments to find breath enough to get the words out- she's sounding like a broken record, but she doesn't care, maybe if she says it just enough things will change- ] I loved you. Both of you.
Love? [ D'Anna looks a little incredulous, like she can't quite believe what she's hearing. ] Last I checked, you smashed my head in with a rock on Caprica-
That was something I had to do-
-and then you voted with Cavil to box my entire model line. That's an interesting definition of love.
I didn't want- [ The half-protest is an angry one, though her face and her whole body are pleading, desperate, please stop. D'Anna's closed in on her physically by now, raising a hand to touch Caprica's cheek. The contact makes her utterly still and quiet, her gaze fixed on the other woman's, breath shallow. ]
You should really stop trying to pretend to be human, Caprica, you're terrible at it.
[ And then D'Anna kisses her, hard. For a long, breathless moment, Caprica doesn't respond - then the desire hits her full-force and she kisses back, fierce and helpless and passionate and anguished, arms wrapping around D'Anna's neck. It's so familiar - D'Anna's taste, her warmth, the feel of her skin. Seconds tick by, and then Caprica pulls away, slowly, breathing hard, trembling.
All of a sudden Caprica jerks backward, pushing D'Anna away from her. There's an instant of uncertainty on her face before her expression resolves into something. Her smile is terrible, and she shakes her head. ]
You're not real. You can't be. Get out.
[ For the first time in the entire conversation, D'Anna looks confused. ] Caprica-
I said get out.
[ There's no give in her voice this time; it's taut, unyielding. D'Anna looks at her for a long moment, and then a tiny smile turns up the corner of her mouth. Between one breath and the next she's gone.
Caprica stares at the place where her lover was, then leans back against the counter, breathing out fast. Her eyes fall closed and she swallows hard around the knot in her throat. She still hasn't noticed the mirror, which has recorded the entire scene. ]