I am posting my very first fic rec! *waves* (Hi tiny flist! Happy reading if you're interested.) It's about Sharon-Athena and I actually liked hearing her pov. Also, there's mythology and downloading and such. I don't recall seeing this posted anywhere on the bsg fic comms. "
Show an Affirming Flame" by
redbrickrose.
And my own tiny fic since my brain likes to think in stories rather than analyzing sometimes.
ficlet: Leoben, Kara, post-Maelstrom
This is the third or fourth time I've had to credit
natalexx for stating an idea that I then stole borrowed. Also, I was already obsessed with painting and Leoben before this episode happened. No wonder my brain won't shut up about it. writing Leoben's pov makes me jittery
Paint, slick in her fingers, slick on his skin. She painted in her waking hours and in her dreams. He paints now as well, in images dancing behind her eyes. Her paintings express sorrow, rage and aggression. He paints false pictures that are stronger than truth, more true than reality.
It was time, finally. When she reached out to him in her dream, still scared, he knew she was ready to move forward. She camouflaged her question in layers of paint and sex, but she asked. Her fear of him was outweighed by her fascination with the mandala, with what it means to who she will become.
It's a reflex, reaching out to her mind, easier and more natural than moving this body. She's still in that space between life and death, the place where she listens. It had taken so long for her to open the link between them; her anger and pain blocked the way before. Now the connection is so strong that when he holds her hand he can see the pictures from her mind (their mind, his pictures) more clearly than the stark insides of this ship. He feels the steady rhythm of blood flowing through her veins as he touches her wrist.
His brothers had sacrificed some of their bodies to bring her in safely; they'll be back. She has only the one to give. Brothers' hands reached out, carefully brought her inside the heavy raider, metal groaning against the pressure. Brothers' fingers carefully unlatching her helmet, carrying her to the bed, gently checking her for wounds. The others, his other sisters and brothers, didn't see what he saw. They let him take this ship, bring his brothers to help, but their eyes were empty of the hope he bore.
Kara still fights him. Even after all that he has shown her she's afraid; she wants to take away his name. This won't last. She'll know him, she'll recognize his role. She sees him differently than before because she's evolving. For now though, he accepts being other than who he is in her mind. Together in the vision; someday she'll embrace him just as she's beginning to embrace her destiny. For now he watches and creates images.
He paints her another story as she hovers in that space. Her father, so long gone; a hug, a moment of praise. Behind the sheen of tears in her eyes she smiles at him. In the bed her body exhales a quiet sigh.