WIP Amnesty: Strict Joy, Feeling the Pull
Long, long ago, in a galaxy far away, I signed up for this challenge to choose an album and write a fic for each song. I picked Strict Joy by the Swell Season. I wrote three completed fic(lets), and started many more. I will post the three completed ones separately, then compile the unfinished ones. These are unconnected, and do not need to be read together.
(Oh, and they're all BSG fics, mostly Kara/Lee)
Title: Strict Joy, Feeling the Pull
Word Count: ~300
Set on New Caprica (pre-Occupation).
Feeling the Pull
And I'm feeling the pull
Dragging me off again
And I'm feeling so small
Against the big sky tonight
-Feeling the Pull, The Swell Season
Some nights on New Caprica, Kara curls closer to the comfortable heat of Sam’s body and thinks that she could get used to this. On other nights, she can’t stand the pathetic excuse for a mattress, the dismal accoutrements of their tent, with its one chair, lopsided pot, and bare, earthen floor. Sometimes it’s so cold and he’s so close that she feels like she’s choking on nothing, on air, on promises.
On those nights, Sam leans back and watches her, and sometimes he smiles in this way that really freaks her out, because why is he so happy that she’s such a bitch?
When she can’t spend another second in the confines of their tent, she leaves and doesn’t look back. He doesn’t follow her, and she’s grateful for that. If it’s day, she goes running, or walks for hours in search of some redeeming feature on this godsforsaken cesspool of a planet. But more often then not, it’s night when she feels the canvas walls closing in on her.
She leaves Sam sleeping in their bed and walks far from the settlement. She walks to where no one can see her or hear her (though she doesn’t say anything most nights, not really, she just likes the feeling that she’s the biggest and brightest and loudest thing around).
On those nights, she lies down on the cold, hard ground and looks up at the sky. She’s not looking for the stars, or the moons. She’s not looking for anything she can see. But it helps, sometimes, just knowing they’re there.
When the horizon starts to lighten, she gets up and heads back into town and crawls under the covers before the day breaks. Her body is cold, but Sam’s is warm.
New Caprica is hardly a bright, shiny future, but it’s what she’s got and it’ll have to do.
(Oh, and they're all BSG fics, mostly Kara/Lee)
Title: Strict Joy, Feeling the Pull
Word Count: ~300
Set on New Caprica (pre-Occupation).
Feeling the Pull
And I'm feeling the pull
Dragging me off again
And I'm feeling so small
Against the big sky tonight
-Feeling the Pull, The Swell Season
Some nights on New Caprica, Kara curls closer to the comfortable heat of Sam’s body and thinks that she could get used to this. On other nights, she can’t stand the pathetic excuse for a mattress, the dismal accoutrements of their tent, with its one chair, lopsided pot, and bare, earthen floor. Sometimes it’s so cold and he’s so close that she feels like she’s choking on nothing, on air, on promises.
On those nights, Sam leans back and watches her, and sometimes he smiles in this way that really freaks her out, because why is he so happy that she’s such a bitch?
When she can’t spend another second in the confines of their tent, she leaves and doesn’t look back. He doesn’t follow her, and she’s grateful for that. If it’s day, she goes running, or walks for hours in search of some redeeming feature on this godsforsaken cesspool of a planet. But more often then not, it’s night when she feels the canvas walls closing in on her.
She leaves Sam sleeping in their bed and walks far from the settlement. She walks to where no one can see her or hear her (though she doesn’t say anything most nights, not really, she just likes the feeling that she’s the biggest and brightest and loudest thing around).
On those nights, she lies down on the cold, hard ground and looks up at the sky. She’s not looking for the stars, or the moons. She’s not looking for anything she can see. But it helps, sometimes, just knowing they’re there.
When the horizon starts to lighten, she gets up and heads back into town and crawls under the covers before the day breaks. Her body is cold, but Sam’s is warm.
New Caprica is hardly a bright, shiny future, but it’s what she’s got and it’ll have to do.