itsallovernow

Ok, thanks to

crankygrrl, I reworked the last line in my

farscapefriday drabble, Forward Momentum. It's going to be part of the Aeryn POV, which I'm aiming on having done for Monday.

Forward Momentum

The snip of the scissors is louder than she expected. They hiss and click, counterpoint to the silent rain of hair falling around her feet. The long, scented strands slide over her naked body, pool into complex patterns of black against Talyn’s glossy floor. She looks at herself, sees the same eyes, the same set of her mouth, the same white skin and white breasts and flat stomach. She fingers the transponder, the flesh around it still tender. Talyn’s senses pound through her, an electric feeling, like being able to reach out and touch the stars, her self so much more than the vessel containing it. Underneath the throbbing of the gunship, she can feel Crais as he moves through command. He is waiting for her to join him, but she needs a little more time. She feels his desire for her, the constant workings of his mind, and she feels his odd love for this ship, his equally odd love for her, and dismisses it for now.

She left Crichton a statue, trapped in time, trapped in his fear. The empress banished her, blaming her for the death of the royal cousin, for the chaos surrounding Crichton. It didn’t matter. Councilor Tyno secured her a place on a trading vessel, sending her off into space. She shot one of the traders two solar days after they took off. He had seen her long hair, her limp from the healing leg, the loss in her eyes and thought her an easy target. She’d broken his wrist and the fine bones in his hand before shooting him for wrapping his hand in her hair. The others stayed away from her after that, and a monen later, when Talyn appeared out of nowhere, she accepted their dual offer to join their crew.

She has given her life to Talyn, and her body to Crais, and finds that she has no regrets over these actions. But yesterday, standing close behind her in command, Crais had gently moved her hair to the side, his fingers threading through it. It caught her unexpectedly, this unasked for gesture of tenderness, and she had pulled away, finding that, afterall, there were things she wanted to keep for herself.

And she's also inspired me to go rebuy (for the third time) Doolittle and Surfer Rosa, both of which have been lost or stoled more than once. I love the Pixies, I wish my CDs wouldn't keep running away. And

crankygrrl, if you want some semi-punk girl music, may I suggest Sleater Kinney. A very different sound than The Breeders, but they absolutely rock. Corrine Tucker plays a mean guitar (and Greil Marcus, years ago when I went to hear him talk about his book on Bob Dylan and the Basement tapes, said that he thought Corrine Tucker - who is the lead singer/guitar player for Sleater Kinney, was the best musician currently in rock n'roll. Greil Marcus is prone to wild statements, but they're a great band).