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Delos by loki013 (14a)
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003
Pairing: Kara/Lee
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loki013
Author Website: None
Why this must be read: Greek mythology, again, serves as a wonderful metaphor in the BSG universe. Here we tie into the birthplace of Artemis and Apollo -- the wandering isle of Delos -- linking to the Colonial pilots, Kara and Lee as they search for direction on many levels. That this is accomplished in so short a story, rich with multiple layers of meaning, is amazing.
Kara’s been a constant presence in his dreams since she left, since before she left, since a long time ago. But now his dreams get stranger- snakes and statues and stars and chasing Kara through a treacherous wood. She always outruns him, bare feet sure on the dirt paths where he trips and stumbles. The dreams get more vivid the closer they get (and he knows they’re getting closer) until he wakes up in a cold sweat, harder than a teenager. Fear of what he might have betrayed teases at the periphery of his mind when he wakes, lingering long after the smell of Kara and the dream-forest have faded. He wonders how long it will be until the dreams start intruding on his waking consciousness and what the hell he’s going to do then.
Delos
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Author on LJ:
loki013Author Website: None
Why this must be read: Greek mythology, again, serves as a wonderful metaphor in the BSG universe. Here we tie into the birthplace of Artemis and Apollo -- the wandering isle of Delos -- linking to the Colonial pilots, Kara and Lee as they search for direction on many levels. That this is accomplished in so short a story, rich with multiple layers of meaning, is amazing.
Kara’s been a constant presence in his dreams since she left, since before she left, since a long time ago. But now his dreams get stranger- snakes and statues and stars and chasing Kara through a treacherous wood. She always outruns him, bare feet sure on the dirt paths where he trips and stumbles. The dreams get more vivid the closer they get (and he knows they’re getting closer) until he wakes up in a cold sweat, harder than a teenager. Fear of what he might have betrayed teases at the periphery of his mind when he wakes, lingering long after the smell of Kara and the dream-forest have faded. He wonders how long it will be until the dreams start intruding on his waking consciousness and what the hell he’s going to do then.
Delos