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Hinterlands by Shaye (PG)
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: Aeryn/D'Argo
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shaye
Author Website:http://skywithoutstars.net/candles/
Why this must be read:
This pairing is an odd one for Farscape. I'm not entirely sure that there is any other example of Aeryn/D'Argo, and Shaye makes it work because she takes the story, the evolution of the story, to it's natural conclusion and leaves us aching for everyone.
The story can be considered AU, or Futurefic, but it's a glaringly possible reality for all of these characters. Shaye hauntingly and skillfully takes the mistakes, the obsessions and the dreams of Aeryn, of John, of D'Argo and projects them forward, answers the question of "What happens when all of this madness and love and destruction catches up to these people?"
This is a story about loss, about what happens next, and the ways that we love each other, the way we love our friends and our children and our lovers and how we figure out how to do what is necessary.
From Hinterlands
Fog clung heavily to their fields before the sun rose. D'Argo carried the weight of loss on his shoulders, and spent mornings scanning the misty horizon, looking for those who had left them behind. Jothee's absence was as keen a loss as Lo'laan's death. He couldn't put these losses aside, couldn't come to terms with how he'd failed them. Aeryn and her daughter couldn't take away that sting.
Aeryn supposed he might be on the watch for Chiana, but she would likely come back to them dead rather than alive. She'd known exactly what kind of risk she was taking when she ran away to join her brother. D'Argo spoke of her proudly, but Aeryn knew he'd rather think of her in terms of regret. Lost chances.
Aeryn never watched the horizon. Her dead were with her still, every moment. They looked back at her from her daughter's face. Her mother mocked her maternal regard, and John poured out love and admiration. And if he ever did make the long journey up the path from the village, he wouldn't be returning from the dead. He would be real, and tangible, and deadly. It was much better to look forward, to keep marching ahead. If she looked behind she might stumble.
There were no ghosts allowed in their home. D'Argo had to keep his outside.
Pairing: Aeryn/D'Argo
Author on LJ:
shayeAuthor Website:http://skywithoutstars.net/candles/
Why this must be read:
This pairing is an odd one for Farscape. I'm not entirely sure that there is any other example of Aeryn/D'Argo, and Shaye makes it work because she takes the story, the evolution of the story, to it's natural conclusion and leaves us aching for everyone.
The story can be considered AU, or Futurefic, but it's a glaringly possible reality for all of these characters. Shaye hauntingly and skillfully takes the mistakes, the obsessions and the dreams of Aeryn, of John, of D'Argo and projects them forward, answers the question of "What happens when all of this madness and love and destruction catches up to these people?"
This is a story about loss, about what happens next, and the ways that we love each other, the way we love our friends and our children and our lovers and how we figure out how to do what is necessary.
From Hinterlands
Fog clung heavily to their fields before the sun rose. D'Argo carried the weight of loss on his shoulders, and spent mornings scanning the misty horizon, looking for those who had left them behind. Jothee's absence was as keen a loss as Lo'laan's death. He couldn't put these losses aside, couldn't come to terms with how he'd failed them. Aeryn and her daughter couldn't take away that sting.
Aeryn supposed he might be on the watch for Chiana, but she would likely come back to them dead rather than alive. She'd known exactly what kind of risk she was taking when she ran away to join her brother. D'Argo spoke of her proudly, but Aeryn knew he'd rather think of her in terms of regret. Lost chances.
Aeryn never watched the horizon. Her dead were with her still, every moment. They looked back at her from her daughter's face. Her mother mocked her maternal regard, and John poured out love and admiration. And if he ever did make the long journey up the path from the village, he wouldn't be returning from the dead. He would be real, and tangible, and deadly. It was much better to look forward, to keep marching ahead. If she looked behind she might stumble.
There were no ghosts allowed in their home. D'Argo had to keep his outside.
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Great fic. Great choice, thea!
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