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[sophistry]

Sad lack of actual fic thwarts vague desire to throw name in feedback meme.

Blah blah distractability disclaimer; drabble prompts? As detailed or un- as you like - if you know I've seen/read something, I'll probably give it a whack.

(Though I'm feeling kind of contrary, so perversion of prompts may or may not be expected.)

PEE ESS, is LJ crapping out on comment alerts for anyone else? Quel ennui.

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IDK, WHAT.

[sophistry]

When the sky opens up for Kara Thrace, she stops being able to hear; the pressure outside plays the metal bones of her Viper like a song, and the Eye unfurls beneath her, like a rose of perfect beauty. Round and round, the clouds go, as Kara sinks down and down - not a fall, but a swan-dive. In each swirl and pocket, she finds a little piece from her life, all a-puzzle, jumbling out from the box that says: Kara Thrace and Her Special Destiny. Now, she is born; now, her fingers in the door, to make them bones too the stronger around the controls of her Viper, that she may not falter.

(And a steady hand worth frak-all if there's not a steady mind behind it; Adama tells her this, rain-tracks on the cockpit glass lining his face with care, and fatherhood.)

And this is the mercy of the gods: if a piece of the puzzle is missing - or warped, from long years of (damp and) disuse, if Pythian Apollo has set a snake in the grass for Eurydice: all is not come to wrack, and ruin.

All of this has happened before, and all of this will happen again.
Round and round, the clouds go, as the snake biting its tail, and Kara Thrace flies up, and up. And as the glass shatters, and as the lightning cracks across the end of the song, Kara Thrace sits up from the tall Caprican grass, wet and green with rain, to the musket-crack of her mother's voice.

"Kara. In from the storm," she says, "you stupid child, and if I even think I see mud - "

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[fahye.livejournal.com]

IDK EITHER BUT I LOVE IT. It made me shiver all over.

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[sophistry]

Just when you thought it was safe to look back into your DT-free fandoms...

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[fahye.livejournal.com]

Leoben = Stephen King in disguise.

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[sophistry]

That actually makes a little bit more sense than I want to contemplate...

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[unravels.livejournal.com]

:o SURPRIES OUROBOROS.

Yes, I just took this beautiful piece of fiction and turned it into a cat macro. It is beautiful, despite my general incoherence. And I love the way you've made it fit together with that phrase and the shape of the storm and the snakes and the circular destiny. Which is totally what I meant by surpries ouroboros. Yeah.