pseudo-canons

Sep 27, 2007 00:48

Before I go to bed, this is from this meme (scroll down till you see it), which I'm still accepting prompts for, so drop me a comment either here or at the original post.

Takezo Kensei (Heroes) for blackcurrant

1. He likes to tell people that he knew Shakespeare, drank him under the table once, back in jolly ole London; this was before Will's plays all turned gloomy and he became the bee's knees.

Angela, clever girl, never believed him.

2. The villagers were inquisitive, watching him carefully as if expecting him to dissolve into smoke. They looked almost disappointed when he didn't. Two little girls, unobserved by their parents, grabbed quickly at his beard and ran away, shrieking, golden hairs clutched excitedly in their tiny grips. He was the first white man that they had ever seen.

3. He loved that country - its people, its food, the swords that they were so proud of making. They were weapons, yes, but also works of art. Violence has a certain beauty, unique to itself. He wouldn't have done them the dishonor of wearing the katana, had he not known how to use it.

Sark (Alias) for liminalliz

(My addendum to the series finale. THIS HAPPENED I TELL YOU.)

1. You once assumed that Irina had never married, that she had always been as you'd known her. Obsessive, selfish, but always reasonable, incapable of senseless cruelty.

2. You were a child. The day you crossed Sydney, shot at her, discovered too late who she was, was nearly put down for your mistake, your lucky failure - you grew up.

3. When you escaped, you told yourself that you would not look back, not to visit Irina's grave, and not see what happened to Irina's daughter. That part of your life was done with, and you were safer without them. But you must have been more careless than you thought, because she found you, one sweltering day in Johannesburg, and habits being habits, you stopped short of killing her.

You didn't expect her to extend to you the same courtesy (Irina wouldn't have). But she did. She does.

Kara Thrace (BSG) for orange_crushed

1. After her father died, when Kara was six, she started to have dreams about falling. Not flying, just falling. If her mother ever heard her waking up in the night, screaming, she never said a word.

2. She left all this out of the compulsory psyche exam for Basic Flight. It wasn't death she was scared of, she reasoned with herself, and things couldn't fall in outer space.

3. The first time she crashed, she thought she was dying. The second time, she knew she wasn't finished, there were still things left to be sorted out with Sam, with Lee.

The third time she crashed, it felt like coming home.

my fic, fic-heroes, fic-battlestar galactica, adam monroe, fic-alias, sark

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