The Man in the Long Black Coat (G)
167 words, written 5/27/04
No spoilers, season 2 vibe
Hugs to kernezelda for beta
farscapefriday Bob Dylan challenge
Summary: Clothes make the man.
The Man in the Long Black Coat
If it’s one of the good days, he’ll admit that he likes how he looks in the leather duster that’s become part of his second skin. He likes the length, the cut, the fit across his back and shoulders, and how it swings jauntily against his calves.
It suits him as the Peacekeeper captain’s uniform did not, and is more rugged and durable than his high-tech, cutting-edge IASA flight suit. Han Solo had his blaster; Indiana Jones had his bullwhip and fedora. John Crichton has a long black coat and a sweet black gun.
The thought puts a little swagger in his step.
Clothes make the man. New clothes; new man. He’s shed his skin, gone turtle, donned armor in self-defense. He’s no longer the all-American guy in jeans and a t-shirt---that man was lost to the Aurora chair, and won’t ever go home again. Now, he’s Johnny Cash of the Uncharted Territories, the Man in Black.
He hopes he lives up to the reputation.
Bob Dylan, The Man in the Long Black Coat.
2005 Sparkys Farscape Fanfiction Awards, Drabble, 2nd place
No spoilers, season 2 vibe
Hugs to kernezelda for beta
farscapefriday Bob Dylan challenge
Summary: Clothes make the man.
The Man in the Long Black Coat
If it’s one of the good days, he’ll admit that he likes how he looks in the leather duster that’s become part of his second skin. He likes the length, the cut, the fit across his back and shoulders, and how it swings jauntily against his calves.
It suits him as the Peacekeeper captain’s uniform did not, and is more rugged and durable than his high-tech, cutting-edge IASA flight suit. Han Solo had his blaster; Indiana Jones had his bullwhip and fedora. John Crichton has a long black coat and a sweet black gun.
The thought puts a little swagger in his step.
Clothes make the man. New clothes; new man. He’s shed his skin, gone turtle, donned armor in self-defense. He’s no longer the all-American guy in jeans and a t-shirt---that man was lost to the Aurora chair, and won’t ever go home again. Now, he’s Johnny Cash of the Uncharted Territories, the Man in Black.
He hopes he lives up to the reputation.
Bob Dylan, The Man in the Long Black Coat.
2005 Sparkys Farscape Fanfiction Awards, Drabble, 2nd place