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bah. Since RSR didn't take this prompt the other day... Blake's 7, Cally, tea
Disclaimer: Not mine. Set: Post-Star One.
Notes: ...not sure if this works or not, really, but it's what was in my brain. Cally, tea
Raised Cup
by ALC Punk!
There is serenity in watching the leaves steep. Caramel slowly wending into the clear water in washes of color and strands of pungent flavor that will mellow with dilution and the sweet sugar cane Vila procured for her.
Like carefully peeling away the layers of Avon's mind--not that she would, that would be an invasion of his privacy. Besides, he has layers she doesn't think she wants to penetrate.
Blake's was easy, of course. All flash, very little depth.
I just want to know that I was right.
Well, she could tell him now, as the caramel softened to claret, you were.
Gan was simple. Naive, bright in his own way, yet simple. There were no barriers, like a tea bag against the mind.
It is a ridiculous analogue, she decides, mulling over Vila, and the tricks she took to get into his mind. So many nooks and crannies, filled with mundane and strange items (much like the pockets which had produced her tea and sugar cane).
She had left Jenna to the last, somehow sensing that violating the other woman's mind breached more ethics than it had with the men. Perhaps there was a sense of sisterhood, of, "we're all in this together against the men." Perhaps not, she thinks as she swirls the water in the teapot and watches it swiftly change color again.
Pettiness, cruelty, even latent hatred for her own sex (and Cally) had lurked in Jenna's mind.
Like finding scattered tea leaves in the bottom of your cup, when you'd been certain the pouring had been clear.
Cally holds her cup to the light, inspects the color, sniffs the pungent scent, and smiles.
There is nothing quite like tea.
-f-
Notes: ...not sure if this works or not, really, but it's what was in my brain. Cally, tea
Raised Cup
by ALC Punk!
There is serenity in watching the leaves steep. Caramel slowly wending into the clear water in washes of color and strands of pungent flavor that will mellow with dilution and the sweet sugar cane Vila procured for her.
Like carefully peeling away the layers of Avon's mind--not that she would, that would be an invasion of his privacy. Besides, he has layers she doesn't think she wants to penetrate.
Blake's was easy, of course. All flash, very little depth.
I just want to know that I was right.
Well, she could tell him now, as the caramel softened to claret, you were.
Gan was simple. Naive, bright in his own way, yet simple. There were no barriers, like a tea bag against the mind.
It is a ridiculous analogue, she decides, mulling over Vila, and the tricks she took to get into his mind. So many nooks and crannies, filled with mundane and strange items (much like the pockets which had produced her tea and sugar cane).
She had left Jenna to the last, somehow sensing that violating the other woman's mind breached more ethics than it had with the men. Perhaps there was a sense of sisterhood, of, "we're all in this together against the men." Perhaps not, she thinks as she swirls the water in the teapot and watches it swiftly change color again.
Pettiness, cruelty, even latent hatred for her own sex (and Cally) had lurked in Jenna's mind.
Like finding scattered tea leaves in the bottom of your cup, when you'd been certain the pouring had been clear.
Cally holds her cup to the light, inspects the color, sniffs the pungent scent, and smiles.
There is nothing quite like tea.
-f-
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(Post-Star-One, yet no Tarrant or Dayna? Two more minds she might have invaded, yet... nothing?) :)
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Huzzah. Fic. Hrm.
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Man, a lot of people seem to be nervous about that aspect of Cally, and kick her off the cliff in the cliff, shag, marry meme, but I love it. Yay telepath kink!
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*mutters* I like Cally.
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That's good. She's dangerous not to like. I like Cally, too. :)