What a fun idea! Here are a couple of quick drabbles, one sad and one not so sad:
Apollo and Aurora
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His name recalled the day, and hers the dawn.
No day without dawn, no dawn without day.
He felt heat in the flash of her anger, found light in the fall of her hair. This had always been true.
He hadn’t feared cycles. He thought they’d been born to this rhythm. Circles defined her life, as she defined his.
But dawn could not stay for day. She left him as he woke; she vanished on the cusp of touch.
He never saw her go.
~~~~
Last time
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“I would like to announce my candidacy for the interim Vice Presidency,” said Captain Thrace.
The roomful of reporters blurred into a collective flurry, but that was hardly out of the ordinary.
“What political platform do you propose?” asked Ill-fitting Maroon Suit – no point wasting memory cells on their names - whom Kara had provisionally designated the fifth most obnoxious one.
“Find Earth, shoot the Cylons out of the sky, and don’t die again in the process – I hate repeating mistakes.”
“Any specifics?”
“The words ‘out of the box’ and ‘beyond insane’ will definitely be on our campaign posters. And acting President Leland will look a lot less boring once I’m standing next to him.”
“What are your qualifications for this office?”
“I regularly save your collective…”
“Thank you all so much for your time!” Lee gasped, plunging through the curtain that divided his office from the conference center. He’d apparently worked through her knots in record time. His black eye was just beginning to be visible, though.
Smiling politely, he took her arm and ushered her away from the cameras.
“That’s the last time I let you talk to the press,” he growled.
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Date: 2010-05-20 04:35 pm (UTC)Apollo and Aurora
~~~~
His name recalled the day, and hers the dawn.
No day without dawn, no dawn without day.
He felt heat in the flash of her anger, found light in the fall of her hair. This had always been true.
He hadn’t feared cycles. He thought they’d been born to this rhythm. Circles defined her life, as she defined his.
But dawn could not stay for day. She left him as he woke; she vanished on the cusp of touch.
He never saw her go.
~~~~
Last time
~~~
“I would like to announce my candidacy for the interim Vice Presidency,” said Captain Thrace.
The roomful of reporters blurred into a collective flurry, but that was hardly out of the ordinary.
“What political platform do you propose?” asked Ill-fitting Maroon Suit – no point wasting memory cells on their names - whom Kara had provisionally designated the fifth most obnoxious one.
“Find Earth, shoot the Cylons out of the sky, and don’t die again in the process – I hate repeating mistakes.”
“Any specifics?”
“The words ‘out of the box’ and ‘beyond insane’ will definitely be on our campaign posters. And acting President Leland will look a lot less boring once I’m standing next to him.”
“What are your qualifications for this office?”
“I regularly save your collective…”
“Thank you all so much for your time!” Lee gasped, plunging through the curtain that divided his office from the conference center. He’d apparently worked through her knots in record time. His black eye was just beginning to be visible, though.
Smiling politely, he took her arm and ushered her away from the cameras.
“That’s the last time I let you talk to the press,” he growled.
“This is gonna be fun,” she told him. “Trust me.”
~~~