They never see their own angels again, but once, when they're having a celebration for their first successful harvest, they see Kara Thrace.
She's standing at the tree-line, observing- the motley array of instruments they've culled together to make music, the bonfire that's roaring in the middle of the square, the long table that holds the fruits of their labors, the couples dancing and the enamored asking their crushes to join them. Caprica and Gaius are sitting off to the side, holding their baby daughter, who is clapping along merrily to the spoons and gourds and the lone fiddle that's being played.
"Do you see..." Caprica asks, and Gaius nods. Kara looks beautiful, wistful and proud and happy at once, and in a blink of an eye, she was gone.
Beautiful. Just beautiful. It makes me smile a lot. The idea is such a peaceful one. I would have loved to see it and can imagine it way too well. It's so easy to imagine Kara's face - and the baby. :D Thank you so much!
Feel free to ignore me though. :)
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She's standing at the tree-line, observing- the motley array of instruments they've culled together to make music, the bonfire that's roaring in the middle of the square, the long table that holds the fruits of their labors, the couples dancing and the enamored asking their crushes to join them. Caprica and Gaius are sitting off to the side, holding their baby daughter, who is clapping along merrily to the spoons and gourds and the lone fiddle that's being played.
"Do you see..." Caprica asks, and Gaius nods. Kara looks beautiful, wistful and proud and happy at once, and in a blink of an eye, she was gone.
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It makes me smile a lot. The idea is such a peaceful one. I would have loved to see it and can imagine it way too well. It's so easy to imagine Kara's face - and the baby. :D
Thank you so much!
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