Blue Eyes - Chapter 30 C
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itsallovernowOh god, realistically, there's only one chapter left. Less if I bypass the planned smut. I should take a vote on that:)
On a side note, there's like 30 pounds of candy on the desk behind me. I'm clearly being punished for something here!
Chapter 30 C
Aeryn’s face was pale, lips pressed together, a white line of anger. The bruises on her cheek stood out in sharp relief against the tightly drawn skin, but she didn’t say anything, just looked at Anix, stayed silent and still. Anix snatched her hand back, suddenly afraid of the bite. The room froze, no motion, no sound, just reverberating tremors of shock and surprise, and then, just as suddenly, exploded into noise. Adults made so much frelling noise, she thought, and then realized that Aeryn still hadn’t said a word.
She stared at her mother, their eyes locking through the haze of voices, and the quiet started to unnerve her. Aeryn wasn’t yelling, she wasn’t dismissing her statements as willfulness or rebellion, and the look in her eyes had shifted into something that read an awful lot like loss. Then she nodded once, a sharp jerk of her chin and said, “Fine,” steady and flat as if Anix had asked for a glass of water. The word rang in her ears through the sea of babbling, and then Aeryn pushed back her chair and left the noise behind.
“Anna,” John sighed heavily, the other voices fading with Aeryn’s exit. “Kid, your timing just blows.”
Her shoulders slumped at his disapproval.
“But I want to stay,” she said, trying to keep the petulance out of her words. But she felt petulant, and lonely, and surprised that her words had plowed into her mother like a pulse blast. Their worst fight, complete with angry outraged howls of “ I hate you” had elicited little more than an eye-narrowed response of, “Well I’m not really fond of you right at this moment, either,” from Aeryn. But Anix had never seen that look on Aeryn’s face, quiet and completely alone. Which was absurd. Aeryn was the most unalone person in this universe. She had endless troops at her disposal, soldiers and the rebellion at her command, friends and comrades and she wasn’t ever supposed to look as all by herself as she had in those microts.
John and D’Argo started to argue about who should go after Aeryn, and by the time they’d resorted to some sort of children’s game to make the decision, Katralla had silently slipped away.
“John,” she interrupted them as John triumphantly announced “Paper covers Rock’, and D’Argo snarled in response, a sure signal that the bickering was nowhere near done. But it stopped at her tone. She felt a little desperate now, fear pulsing in her throat. How had things gone so rapidly off course?
“I can stay, can’t I?” She hadn’t really thought to ask, and now, looking at John, the laughter completely gone from his eyes, tension ratcheting in his body, she didn’t know what to think. She looked at John, turned pleadingly to D’Argo.
“My life,” she said, burning with urgency, “My choice!”
D’Argo glared at her for a microt and then huffed sadly and rubbed his temples.
“It is your choice, Anix,” John agreed, not sounding particularly conciliatory. “And yes you can stay, of course you can stay, but I’m not gonna fight Aeryn over this just so you can make a stand. You still wanna be here after all of this, well we’ll make it work.”
He paused, his voice softening, compassion on so many levels and she was suddenly ashamed. “But it’s gotta be a choice on everyone’s part.”
He looked so sad then that she looked down at her hands as understanding unraveled in her chest and she nodded.
***
“Captain Sun!”
She heard Katralla calling, her voice ringing through the ruined hallway. Aeryn resisted the temptation to keep going and the other woman. She stopped herself, instead, and waited for the Princess to catch up to her. Katralla still looked tired, weaker than she should have. Aeryn sighed and went to meet her halfway.
“Perhaps,” Aeryn said, “we should find some refreshment if we are going to talk.”
The princess laughed at the derision wrapped around the word talk.
“Have you eaten?” she asked and Aeryn shook her head.
There was tea and bread and warmed over raslak that made Aeryn sigh in pleasure. The two women ate in silence for a few microts and then Katralla spoke.
“She was lost,” she said. “And John offered her a home. A place to be. A purpose.”
“Yes,” Aeryn said, not really agreeing as she looked into the swirl of liquid in her cup, but she understood that kind of thing, those kinds of offers from John Crichton.
“She’s young. She was alone and scared.”
Aeryn narrowed her eyes, but Katralla continued, unintimidated. “This, being her, now, it’s new. It makes her feel independent, grown up, I think. I almost envy her,” she said with a small half-smile, “The universe in front of her, choices all around.”
Aeryn laughed harshly at that. “The child of a traitor? A hybrid, daughter of a criminal? What opportunity, exactly, does that afford her? Aside, of course, from her choices of death.”
“Her parentage does not have to define her,” Katralla shot back. “ She can choose what she takes from it. The only thing left to us in this war is the chance to build our own identities, to redefine our roles.” Her voice rose at the end as her adamancy shone through.
“Then why do you stay here?” Aeryn asked softly. “Why not flee? Why not take Tyno, if you still want him, or hezmana, why not take John and run away? Start over somewhere new.”
“Would you?” The Princess asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes!” Aeryn insisted fiercely, but the words were a lie and both women knew it. You didn’t leave your duties behind, no matter how much redefining went on. You didn’t get to simply leave life behind without consequences swiftly following.
“I’m not 14 cycles old,” Katralla said quietly, “I accepted these responsibilities willingly, and I would do much more than this to serve my people.”
“I’ve left her before,” Aeryn said, looking at the wall, “For her safety, her protection. I just never thought I’d leave her again because of her choices.”
“Can you abandon the victims of this war?” Katralla asked, and Aeryn shook her head.
“No, but I will not abandon my daughter, either.”
“Just because they are not your arrangements doesn’t mean you are abandoning her. She will be cared for. And loved. There may even be siblings someday for her to get to know and love.”
It was a barb, but a gentle one, and perhaps not completely undeserved so Aeryn let it go.
“It doesn’t have to be forever,” Katralla added, backing off a little.
“What, set a deadline? A cycle?” The idea was appealing. A cycle was a long time for an adolescent, and there was no guarantee that Anix would be any safer with the rebellion, not with the way things were exploding all over, not with the added threats of wormholes.
Katralla nodded. “A deadline. Put your voice back into the decision.” She got up, unapologetic and left Aeryn alone.
It could be done. Anix staying here was not outside of the realm of possibility or logic. And she could leave Teyvn here as a guard. He’d likely agree to it, and if something happened, he’d get her out immediately. Teyvn could get them all out. But it ached, her throat and her chest tight with the thought of leaving Anix behind. Deadline or no, it would feel like frelling forever. It always did. That place never filled back up, the place where loss and goodbyes lived. Her fingers tightened around her cup, the anger and the sense of loss and missed opportunity and chaos and all of the things this war had stripped from the people she loved spilling over and she hurtled the cup at the wall, the splatters of tea, the crash of glass leaving her hollow.
***
She was straight backed, rigid as she flew and he knew better than to lean into her, slide his hands into her hair, touch her shoulder, but he had to find someway to make things right.
She wrenched the controls, sending to Prowler into a stomach flipping dive before pulling up sharply as she neared the atmosphere and it was finally just too much.
“Goddamnit, you can’t give me the silent treatment until you leave!” He slammed his fist against the side of the cockpit, starting off some sort of alarm. She reached up, casually flipped a switch and the alarm stopped.
“It wasn’t unilateral, Aeryn,” he said, not caring if it sounded like begging, “I wasn’t trying to take the decision out of your hands. I wasn’t trying to take her away.”
They were doing a quick sweeping survey of the two satellites. No one had much hope for their immediate use as farmland, but they had to be sure. There hadn’t been time before to do a thorough survey, just time to marvel at the wanton destruction.
Aeryn hadn’t spoken to anyone since the morning’s events, other than to give terse commands and receive updates and briefings from her people. He’d tried to breach the silence, but had only gotten a chilly stare in return.
“Choice,” she said unexpectedly, and the word wasn’t angry, merely tired and a little sad. “She wants choices. She’s wanted them for a long time, and this is her chance.”
He risked touching her then, reaching over the seat to brush her cheek with his knuckles.
“You died, baby. You were gone, and we had to go from there. And I think she’s kind of pissed off.”
Aeryn laughed, the sound bitter and choked. “And you. You’re angry, too.”
He sighed, and rested his hand on the line of skin exposed by her open throated jacket. He could feel her breath, feel her blood beat under her flesh. ‘I don’t know,” he admitted. “Maybe a little. I’m pissed off at myself for this whole mess, mad at you for dying, mad at Anix for being 14 and for not backing down, mad at this frelled up universe. Mad that I can’t think of a single plan that’s gonna make things turn out right?”
She eased the Prowler through the atmosphere, the movement as graceful as her gait, as the tilt of her head. “Meaning?” she asked.
“Meaning that I can’t come up with anything that’s gonna keep you with me, keep this planet from imploding, end the war, keep Scorpy from using the wormhole knowledge, hell untangle the knowledge at all, get Harvey out of my head, help Katralla, get myself home. I can’t come up with a goddamned thing, and we’ve only got a few days and I can’t think of anything else but spending them wrapped around you!”
She touched his knuckles, the gesture so sweet coming from her that it just awed him. “So we take what we can get,” she said softly.
“Okay,” he sighed in agreement, still riled. He leaned forward to brush his lips over her fingers, to kiss the line of skin on her neck. “Then we take what we can get. So tomorrow, they call me the consort of the Empress and I smile and wave and maybe get a nifty crown. And we rebuild this place, we do what we can, and I try and raise a teenager, and we try not to give out any more secrets of the universe or weapons of mass destruction, and I try not to get blown up…”
“A cycle,” she interrupted. “She can stay for a cycle, and then she comes back to me and we decide from there.”
“Ok, a cycle…”
“And Teyvn stays.”
John groaned. “Is that my punishment or the kid’s.”
“Both,” she retorted. “He’ll keep you safe.” She didn’t specify who she meant.
“Ok, fine, whatever. And you stay not dead. You win this war, right?”
She nodded.
“And maybe, when it’s over. We start again.” There was so much hope in his voice, hope she wanted to hold onto, but there was no point in giving into the fallacy of it.
“These colonies, they’re too important. Even if these satellites aren’t productive now, they will be. And this planet represents something to so many people. Freedom from Peacekeeper control. Peace. You are a leader of these people now John. You will have children who will ensure a long reign. You don’t get to leave that behind. And Scorpius...” she didn't have to finish the sentence.
He wouldn’t argue with that, didn’t have an answer as they flew over the scorched ground of the satellites confirming that, for this cycle at least, they would not be viable as farmland. Aeryn took the Prowler back into space, and he sighed, trying to let go of the anger and the hopelessness, nuzzling her neck again, finding something to buoy him in her scent and proximity.
“All right,” he agreed finally. “We’re taking what we can get. And I get to make some demands.”
She laughed, a real laugh at his churlish authority. “And what, exactly, are those demands?”
He was serious again. “ I want this time with you. Even if it’s only an arn at the end of the day. I won’t interfere in your decisions, in anything, I’ll do my damndest to make things right, I’ll be the good little soldier, I’ll be the good consort. Hell, I'll write you a book of ways to use wormholes to erradicate the Scarrans. But I want your time.” She reached behind him, fingers light on his hair, his cheek. She didn’t say anything, just steered the Prowler back to the planet.
On a side note, there's like 30 pounds of candy on the desk behind me. I'm clearly being punished for something here!
Chapter 30 C
Aeryn’s face was pale, lips pressed together, a white line of anger. The bruises on her cheek stood out in sharp relief against the tightly drawn skin, but she didn’t say anything, just looked at Anix, stayed silent and still. Anix snatched her hand back, suddenly afraid of the bite. The room froze, no motion, no sound, just reverberating tremors of shock and surprise, and then, just as suddenly, exploded into noise. Adults made so much frelling noise, she thought, and then realized that Aeryn still hadn’t said a word.
She stared at her mother, their eyes locking through the haze of voices, and the quiet started to unnerve her. Aeryn wasn’t yelling, she wasn’t dismissing her statements as willfulness or rebellion, and the look in her eyes had shifted into something that read an awful lot like loss. Then she nodded once, a sharp jerk of her chin and said, “Fine,” steady and flat as if Anix had asked for a glass of water. The word rang in her ears through the sea of babbling, and then Aeryn pushed back her chair and left the noise behind.
“Anna,” John sighed heavily, the other voices fading with Aeryn’s exit. “Kid, your timing just blows.”
Her shoulders slumped at his disapproval.
“But I want to stay,” she said, trying to keep the petulance out of her words. But she felt petulant, and lonely, and surprised that her words had plowed into her mother like a pulse blast. Their worst fight, complete with angry outraged howls of “ I hate you” had elicited little more than an eye-narrowed response of, “Well I’m not really fond of you right at this moment, either,” from Aeryn. But Anix had never seen that look on Aeryn’s face, quiet and completely alone. Which was absurd. Aeryn was the most unalone person in this universe. She had endless troops at her disposal, soldiers and the rebellion at her command, friends and comrades and she wasn’t ever supposed to look as all by herself as she had in those microts.
John and D’Argo started to argue about who should go after Aeryn, and by the time they’d resorted to some sort of children’s game to make the decision, Katralla had silently slipped away.
“John,” she interrupted them as John triumphantly announced “Paper covers Rock’, and D’Argo snarled in response, a sure signal that the bickering was nowhere near done. But it stopped at her tone. She felt a little desperate now, fear pulsing in her throat. How had things gone so rapidly off course?
“I can stay, can’t I?” She hadn’t really thought to ask, and now, looking at John, the laughter completely gone from his eyes, tension ratcheting in his body, she didn’t know what to think. She looked at John, turned pleadingly to D’Argo.
“My life,” she said, burning with urgency, “My choice!”
D’Argo glared at her for a microt and then huffed sadly and rubbed his temples.
“It is your choice, Anix,” John agreed, not sounding particularly conciliatory. “And yes you can stay, of course you can stay, but I’m not gonna fight Aeryn over this just so you can make a stand. You still wanna be here after all of this, well we’ll make it work.”
He paused, his voice softening, compassion on so many levels and she was suddenly ashamed. “But it’s gotta be a choice on everyone’s part.”
He looked so sad then that she looked down at her hands as understanding unraveled in her chest and she nodded.
***
“Captain Sun!”
She heard Katralla calling, her voice ringing through the ruined hallway. Aeryn resisted the temptation to keep going and the other woman. She stopped herself, instead, and waited for the Princess to catch up to her. Katralla still looked tired, weaker than she should have. Aeryn sighed and went to meet her halfway.
“Perhaps,” Aeryn said, “we should find some refreshment if we are going to talk.”
The princess laughed at the derision wrapped around the word talk.
“Have you eaten?” she asked and Aeryn shook her head.
There was tea and bread and warmed over raslak that made Aeryn sigh in pleasure. The two women ate in silence for a few microts and then Katralla spoke.
“She was lost,” she said. “And John offered her a home. A place to be. A purpose.”
“Yes,” Aeryn said, not really agreeing as she looked into the swirl of liquid in her cup, but she understood that kind of thing, those kinds of offers from John Crichton.
“She’s young. She was alone and scared.”
Aeryn narrowed her eyes, but Katralla continued, unintimidated. “This, being her, now, it’s new. It makes her feel independent, grown up, I think. I almost envy her,” she said with a small half-smile, “The universe in front of her, choices all around.”
Aeryn laughed harshly at that. “The child of a traitor? A hybrid, daughter of a criminal? What opportunity, exactly, does that afford her? Aside, of course, from her choices of death.”
“Her parentage does not have to define her,” Katralla shot back. “ She can choose what she takes from it. The only thing left to us in this war is the chance to build our own identities, to redefine our roles.” Her voice rose at the end as her adamancy shone through.
“Then why do you stay here?” Aeryn asked softly. “Why not flee? Why not take Tyno, if you still want him, or hezmana, why not take John and run away? Start over somewhere new.”
“Would you?” The Princess asked, voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes!” Aeryn insisted fiercely, but the words were a lie and both women knew it. You didn’t leave your duties behind, no matter how much redefining went on. You didn’t get to simply leave life behind without consequences swiftly following.
“I’m not 14 cycles old,” Katralla said quietly, “I accepted these responsibilities willingly, and I would do much more than this to serve my people.”
“I’ve left her before,” Aeryn said, looking at the wall, “For her safety, her protection. I just never thought I’d leave her again because of her choices.”
“Can you abandon the victims of this war?” Katralla asked, and Aeryn shook her head.
“No, but I will not abandon my daughter, either.”
“Just because they are not your arrangements doesn’t mean you are abandoning her. She will be cared for. And loved. There may even be siblings someday for her to get to know and love.”
It was a barb, but a gentle one, and perhaps not completely undeserved so Aeryn let it go.
“It doesn’t have to be forever,” Katralla added, backing off a little.
“What, set a deadline? A cycle?” The idea was appealing. A cycle was a long time for an adolescent, and there was no guarantee that Anix would be any safer with the rebellion, not with the way things were exploding all over, not with the added threats of wormholes.
Katralla nodded. “A deadline. Put your voice back into the decision.” She got up, unapologetic and left Aeryn alone.
It could be done. Anix staying here was not outside of the realm of possibility or logic. And she could leave Teyvn here as a guard. He’d likely agree to it, and if something happened, he’d get her out immediately. Teyvn could get them all out. But it ached, her throat and her chest tight with the thought of leaving Anix behind. Deadline or no, it would feel like frelling forever. It always did. That place never filled back up, the place where loss and goodbyes lived. Her fingers tightened around her cup, the anger and the sense of loss and missed opportunity and chaos and all of the things this war had stripped from the people she loved spilling over and she hurtled the cup at the wall, the splatters of tea, the crash of glass leaving her hollow.
***
She was straight backed, rigid as she flew and he knew better than to lean into her, slide his hands into her hair, touch her shoulder, but he had to find someway to make things right.
She wrenched the controls, sending to Prowler into a stomach flipping dive before pulling up sharply as she neared the atmosphere and it was finally just too much.
“Goddamnit, you can’t give me the silent treatment until you leave!” He slammed his fist against the side of the cockpit, starting off some sort of alarm. She reached up, casually flipped a switch and the alarm stopped.
“It wasn’t unilateral, Aeryn,” he said, not caring if it sounded like begging, “I wasn’t trying to take the decision out of your hands. I wasn’t trying to take her away.”
They were doing a quick sweeping survey of the two satellites. No one had much hope for their immediate use as farmland, but they had to be sure. There hadn’t been time before to do a thorough survey, just time to marvel at the wanton destruction.
Aeryn hadn’t spoken to anyone since the morning’s events, other than to give terse commands and receive updates and briefings from her people. He’d tried to breach the silence, but had only gotten a chilly stare in return.
“Choice,” she said unexpectedly, and the word wasn’t angry, merely tired and a little sad. “She wants choices. She’s wanted them for a long time, and this is her chance.”
He risked touching her then, reaching over the seat to brush her cheek with his knuckles.
“You died, baby. You were gone, and we had to go from there. And I think she’s kind of pissed off.”
Aeryn laughed, the sound bitter and choked. “And you. You’re angry, too.”
He sighed, and rested his hand on the line of skin exposed by her open throated jacket. He could feel her breath, feel her blood beat under her flesh. ‘I don’t know,” he admitted. “Maybe a little. I’m pissed off at myself for this whole mess, mad at you for dying, mad at Anix for being 14 and for not backing down, mad at this frelled up universe. Mad that I can’t think of a single plan that’s gonna make things turn out right?”
She eased the Prowler through the atmosphere, the movement as graceful as her gait, as the tilt of her head. “Meaning?” she asked.
“Meaning that I can’t come up with anything that’s gonna keep you with me, keep this planet from imploding, end the war, keep Scorpy from using the wormhole knowledge, hell untangle the knowledge at all, get Harvey out of my head, help Katralla, get myself home. I can’t come up with a goddamned thing, and we’ve only got a few days and I can’t think of anything else but spending them wrapped around you!”
She touched his knuckles, the gesture so sweet coming from her that it just awed him. “So we take what we can get,” she said softly.
“Okay,” he sighed in agreement, still riled. He leaned forward to brush his lips over her fingers, to kiss the line of skin on her neck. “Then we take what we can get. So tomorrow, they call me the consort of the Empress and I smile and wave and maybe get a nifty crown. And we rebuild this place, we do what we can, and I try and raise a teenager, and we try not to give out any more secrets of the universe or weapons of mass destruction, and I try not to get blown up…”
“A cycle,” she interrupted. “She can stay for a cycle, and then she comes back to me and we decide from there.”
“Ok, a cycle…”
“And Teyvn stays.”
John groaned. “Is that my punishment or the kid’s.”
“Both,” she retorted. “He’ll keep you safe.” She didn’t specify who she meant.
“Ok, fine, whatever. And you stay not dead. You win this war, right?”
She nodded.
“And maybe, when it’s over. We start again.” There was so much hope in his voice, hope she wanted to hold onto, but there was no point in giving into the fallacy of it.
“These colonies, they’re too important. Even if these satellites aren’t productive now, they will be. And this planet represents something to so many people. Freedom from Peacekeeper control. Peace. You are a leader of these people now John. You will have children who will ensure a long reign. You don’t get to leave that behind. And Scorpius...” she didn't have to finish the sentence.
He wouldn’t argue with that, didn’t have an answer as they flew over the scorched ground of the satellites confirming that, for this cycle at least, they would not be viable as farmland. Aeryn took the Prowler back into space, and he sighed, trying to let go of the anger and the hopelessness, nuzzling her neck again, finding something to buoy him in her scent and proximity.
“All right,” he agreed finally. “We’re taking what we can get. And I get to make some demands.”
She laughed, a real laugh at his churlish authority. “And what, exactly, are those demands?”
He was serious again. “ I want this time with you. Even if it’s only an arn at the end of the day. I won’t interfere in your decisions, in anything, I’ll do my damndest to make things right, I’ll be the good little soldier, I’ll be the good consort. Hell, I'll write you a book of ways to use wormholes to erradicate the Scarrans. But I want your time.” She reached behind him, fingers light on his hair, his cheek. She didn’t say anything, just steered the Prowler back to the planet.
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Date: 2004-01-07 05:12 pm (UTC)As for the candy, go for it. I happened to mention to a few folks before Christmas that I like those Reese's miniature cups ... next thing I know I have 30 lbs. of them. My strategy: eat as many as I can every day to get the hell rid of them and end the torturous tempatation. I'm almost there ...
Maury
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Date: 2004-01-07 06:47 pm (UTC)Glad the rest of the chapter worked.
The problem with the candy is that for the most part, it's not candy I want, but it's shiny and sugary and just so there:)
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Date: 2004-01-07 05:19 pm (UTC)Leelee
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Date: 2004-01-07 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-07 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-07 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-07 05:43 pm (UTC)But it's so good, I want more! (there, do I sound like a 14 year old? *g*)
But since I'm waaaaay past 14, I vote for smut. Do NOT forgo the smut!
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Date: 2004-01-07 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-07 06:16 pm (UTC)But you don't get to eat any unless you produce the smut. Fair?
*EG*
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Date: 2004-01-07 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-07 06:56 pm (UTC)and watch out, remember that offer to read something? I have a few pages (approx 10, I think) that could use an outside eye soonish.... It is scintillating stuff, all about environmental ethics.
P. runs away, sobbing uncontrollobly. LJers can vaguely hear her saying "WHY OH WHY?
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Date: 2004-01-08 10:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-07 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-08 10:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-07 08:46 pm (UTC)And what a powerful revealation for Annix that her mother can be so alone in a room full of people. Any minute now, she's gonna realize that her name was "Aeryn" long before it was "Mom."
I think I need some beer, now. And smut.
seva
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Date: 2004-01-08 09:57 am (UTC)Hee, and I like Teyvn too. I shouldn't be attached to my original characters, but I am fond of them:)
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Date: 2004-01-07 08:46 pm (UTC)Oh and...of course my vote is for the smut. *vbg*
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Date: 2004-01-08 09:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-07 08:55 pm (UTC)Or whatever's best for the story.
You are going to send me a text file, aren't you? (I'll need to give you an alternate email address because Blue Eyes would explode my free account's inbox, heehee.)
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Date: 2004-01-08 09:51 am (UTC)And absolutely, as soon as I do the first edit, I will get you a text file (and yes. It will make your free account explode:) BTW, I'm just having a ball with Rumpus. I'm giggling to myself as I read it surreptitiously in my office:) And then I just keep saying, damn this is good.
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Date: 2004-01-07 09:55 pm (UTC)When a door closes a window is always an option.
Isn't it amazing how sex in the UTs is not the prerequisite for having children? ;)
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Date: 2004-01-08 09:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-08 10:30 am (UTC)I almost forgive you for not killing Katralla...almost.
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Date: 2004-01-08 10:33 am (UTC)And thanks:)