The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Title: The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Date posted: 03-29-11
Fandom: BSG
Disclaimer: These characters definitely don't belong to me, but instead RDM.
Spoilers: Through the beginning of season three
Notes: Title from Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah Written for nicole_anell, who requested Gaius and Caprica on the baseship, after this scene
She comes in later, after the centurions have unceremoniously dumped him on a bed somewhere in the labyrinth of the baseship. Caprica, he thinks as he watches her with his eyes barely cracked open. It's strange to think of her with a name, as something more than 'she' or 'darling.' As ridiculous as it seems, her name makes her more distant, harder to grab hold to. He was never able to shake the idea that she had been created just for him.
"Gaius," she whispers as she approaches, her tone different than he's ever heard from her. "Are you awake?"
He considers lying still and quiet, but opens his eyes, both to see if her face brings him any comfort and to gauge her guilt. If she feels terrible, he reasons, she could probably argue that he should be treated better. He had just proven himself, hadn't he?
Caprica's face is no comfort, though certainly guilty. He can tell that she's been crying, an ability he thought he had lost through great effort in his early twenties, before he learned how to hide one girl from another. He realizes that, at least for the moment, he doesn't want to ask anything of her.
"Yes," he says unnecessarily, because she looks at him and away, quick and nervous.
"What happened was wrong." She speaks like she can't bear to speak at a higher volume, like her heart would break if she tried. "I'm very sorry." Her hand stops just short of his arm, and this hesitance is new too, this uncertainty. She was so decisive once.
He hasn’t forgiven her quite yet- she could have stopped it, he’s sure, but didn’t- and he will punish her in more ways than he knows, but for right now he turns his hand over so that his thumb brushes the jutting bone of her wrist. He doesn’t have the energy for much more than that, but the way she sounds makes him feel even worse, as though there's a thread between them.
She lets out a jagged sigh, a heartrending sound, and leans forward to kiss just next to the ear her sister bloodied. “I love you,” she breathes, repeating it as she kisses his all over his face, soft and reverent. She means it every time she says it, and he wonders how it’s possible to be that sure of something.
He manages to put his hand on her waist just before she gets to his mouth, and her relief is palpable. As clever as he is, he doesn’t understand her- doesn’t understand Caprica- who is mindful of the way his muscles ache from a torture she allowed while laying her head over his heart to listen to it beat, just as she always has. He doesn’t understand her, but he clasps her hand just the same.
Date posted: 03-29-11
Fandom: BSG
Disclaimer: These characters definitely don't belong to me, but instead RDM.
Spoilers: Through the beginning of season three
Notes: Title from Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah Written for nicole_anell, who requested Gaius and Caprica on the baseship, after this scene
She comes in later, after the centurions have unceremoniously dumped him on a bed somewhere in the labyrinth of the baseship. Caprica, he thinks as he watches her with his eyes barely cracked open. It's strange to think of her with a name, as something more than 'she' or 'darling.' As ridiculous as it seems, her name makes her more distant, harder to grab hold to. He was never able to shake the idea that she had been created just for him.
"Gaius," she whispers as she approaches, her tone different than he's ever heard from her. "Are you awake?"
He considers lying still and quiet, but opens his eyes, both to see if her face brings him any comfort and to gauge her guilt. If she feels terrible, he reasons, she could probably argue that he should be treated better. He had just proven himself, hadn't he?
Caprica's face is no comfort, though certainly guilty. He can tell that she's been crying, an ability he thought he had lost through great effort in his early twenties, before he learned how to hide one girl from another. He realizes that, at least for the moment, he doesn't want to ask anything of her.
"Yes," he says unnecessarily, because she looks at him and away, quick and nervous.
"What happened was wrong." She speaks like she can't bear to speak at a higher volume, like her heart would break if she tried. "I'm very sorry." Her hand stops just short of his arm, and this hesitance is new too, this uncertainty. She was so decisive once.
He hasn’t forgiven her quite yet- she could have stopped it, he’s sure, but didn’t- and he will punish her in more ways than he knows, but for right now he turns his hand over so that his thumb brushes the jutting bone of her wrist. He doesn’t have the energy for much more than that, but the way she sounds makes him feel even worse, as though there's a thread between them.
She lets out a jagged sigh, a heartrending sound, and leans forward to kiss just next to the ear her sister bloodied. “I love you,” she breathes, repeating it as she kisses his all over his face, soft and reverent. She means it every time she says it, and he wonders how it’s possible to be that sure of something.
He manages to put his hand on her waist just before she gets to his mouth, and her relief is palpable. As clever as he is, he doesn’t understand her- doesn’t understand Caprica- who is mindful of the way his muscles ache from a torture she allowed while laying her head over his heart to listen to it beat, just as she always has. He doesn’t understand her, but he clasps her hand just the same.