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crack_van2006-01-26 08:21 pm
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Transitions by Agent Rouka (PG)
FANDOM: FARSCAPE
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agent_rouka
Author's Website: none that I know of
Why this must be read:
This is my second Sprog-a-thon recc. What can I say, that particular ficathon produced some good fic. But this fic really isn't so much about a baby, as it is about what it means to have a baby appear in one's life. It's about questioning your place in this new configuration of family, of questioning if you even want to be in it. It's about Chiana and change. About growing up and about living with the reality of someone else's dream while yours are broken glass strewn around your feet. This fic contains spoilers for The PeaceKeepers War mini.
Excerpt:
Still, she felt drawn to look again. The narl. The boy, who was eating.
The tiny jaw worked up and down, small fists pressing against the soft skin around the nipple, working with all he had to get more of the white fluid. The milk seeped through in a white line between lips and breast, evidence of success.
It could have been primal, powerful, but in the bald pink creature it looked ridiculously mindless.
A tiny person was suckling food from Aeryn's loomas.
"This is so tinked."
Half-dozing, Aeryn still managed to form a smirk. "If you think it looks frelled up, what do you think it feels like?"
"Huh." There was an attractive physicality to the process. Chiana was beginning to warm up to the subject. "What was it like, you know, being pregnant. Having the narl in your body?"
She didn't remember much about the kid's size before she left, but he had been a great deal smaller than this. Tiny like a trampa whelp.
Finally, Aeryn opened her eyes and returned Chiana's smile. "I wasn't pregnant for long. And I'm glad. It's frelling strange."
Not long after, the narl's movements slowed, the sucking motions ceased. He appeared to sink straight into a deep sleep. Frelling male
Transitions
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:
agent_roukaAuthor's Website: none that I know of
Why this must be read:
This is my second Sprog-a-thon recc. What can I say, that particular ficathon produced some good fic. But this fic really isn't so much about a baby, as it is about what it means to have a baby appear in one's life. It's about questioning your place in this new configuration of family, of questioning if you even want to be in it. It's about Chiana and change. About growing up and about living with the reality of someone else's dream while yours are broken glass strewn around your feet. This fic contains spoilers for The PeaceKeepers War mini.
Excerpt:
Still, she felt drawn to look again. The narl. The boy, who was eating.
The tiny jaw worked up and down, small fists pressing against the soft skin around the nipple, working with all he had to get more of the white fluid. The milk seeped through in a white line between lips and breast, evidence of success.
It could have been primal, powerful, but in the bald pink creature it looked ridiculously mindless.
A tiny person was suckling food from Aeryn's loomas.
"This is so tinked."
Half-dozing, Aeryn still managed to form a smirk. "If you think it looks frelled up, what do you think it feels like?"
"Huh." There was an attractive physicality to the process. Chiana was beginning to warm up to the subject. "What was it like, you know, being pregnant. Having the narl in your body?"
She didn't remember much about the kid's size before she left, but he had been a great deal smaller than this. Tiny like a trampa whelp.
Finally, Aeryn opened her eyes and returned Chiana's smile. "I wasn't pregnant for long. And I'm glad. It's frelling strange."
Not long after, the narl's movements slowed, the sucking motions ceased. He appeared to sink straight into a deep sleep. Frelling male
Transitions