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srsly. I am so bored at work it is NOT FUNNY. But I can come to Panera for lunch and get awesome onion soup and an apple and play around. AND HI.
Now I won't kill people at work. This is probably a good thing.
probably.
hrm. ten-second Kara/Anders, since it's been a while. spoilers for LDYB.
Kara smells like grease and dirt, Sam smells like plaster dust and burnt metal. Neither of them cares. The tent they occupy smells like mildew and damp, the miasma catching at the back of the throat and making them cough at random moments. Again, though, neither of them care.
It's been a long week of constructing housing, welding spare parts into something livable, and digging long trenches for latrines. Kara monkeyed around with the generators, part of Tyrol's deck gang, now.
She aches in every inch of her body, right down to her toes, and she's enjoying doing absolutely nothing.
Next to her, Sam is doing the same.
"Hey, Sam?" she eventually manages, once she's realized he's too exhausted to start a conversation.
"Yeah?"
"Next time I get this great idea to muster out and move down to the planet, shoot me, ok?"
He laughs, then reaches out to catch her hand in his. "Uh-huh. Sure, Kara."
And he won't. And she won't want him to, really. Because despite the exhaustion, the damp and the smell of unwashed bodies that permeates the entire settlement, this is living. And Kara thinks she's enjoying doing that.
Now I won't kill people at work. This is probably a good thing.
probably.
hrm. ten-second Kara/Anders, since it's been a while. spoilers for LDYB.
Kara smells like grease and dirt, Sam smells like plaster dust and burnt metal. Neither of them cares. The tent they occupy smells like mildew and damp, the miasma catching at the back of the throat and making them cough at random moments. Again, though, neither of them care.
It's been a long week of constructing housing, welding spare parts into something livable, and digging long trenches for latrines. Kara monkeyed around with the generators, part of Tyrol's deck gang, now.
She aches in every inch of her body, right down to her toes, and she's enjoying doing absolutely nothing.
Next to her, Sam is doing the same.
"Hey, Sam?" she eventually manages, once she's realized he's too exhausted to start a conversation.
"Yeah?"
"Next time I get this great idea to muster out and move down to the planet, shoot me, ok?"
He laughs, then reaches out to catch her hand in his. "Uh-huh. Sure, Kara."
And he won't. And she won't want him to, really. Because despite the exhaustion, the damp and the smell of unwashed bodies that permeates the entire settlement, this is living. And Kara thinks she's enjoying doing that.
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Also yummy? Sam and Kara. Even yummier? The word "miasma."
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I could live on french onion soup and sourdough baguettes. *happysigh*
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Many thanks for the Kara piece. Thank god someone is still writing.
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*laughs* I thought if I slowed down, more people might write, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
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Oh, what an awesome wee-ficlet. 10 seconds?? *jealous*
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Hah. More like two minutes, given my relative typing speed and lack of inspiration. But it's Kara and Sam. It's easy to do tiny pieces with them.