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crack_van2007-03-28 11:28 pm
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Riddles by Carlygal (NC-17)
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bilpingal
Author Website: http://www.freewebs.com/carly_gal/
Why this must be read:
There haven't been a lot of new authors lately in the Farscape fandom (an inevitable result of the show no longer being on the air, and having a mostly complete canon to boot), and I've watched with pleasure as this author worked to find her voice. She continues to grow and expand her scope and her handle on storytelling in this verse.
This particular fic goes AU from Dog With Two Bones, bringing in some important elements of season 2 and that happens to hit many of my favorite fic kinks.
I won't say that the story is entirely unproblematic - there's some obscurity to some of the phrases and storytelling, and some of it feels a bit too easy (particularly John and Aeryn's reconcilliation), but I like the heart of it, the story it tells, and am really pleased with how much this author has grown as a writer and the work she's put into telling this story. The language is universally lovely and confident, and the it addresses many of the complexities of the seperations at the end of Season 3. The storytelling is rich, and I look forward to more work as this writer continues to grow. (I'd definitely recommend her crossovers with Farscape and SG-1. They're dark and sexy and spare and I wish I'd had it together enough to rec one for crossover day).
The blood makes sense now.
Aeryn makes a sudden convulsive leap over to the fallen trunk and pulls at the contents madly. There’s a baby under the cloth. A girl. Naked and bloody and – the cord’s still attached. She picks her up gingerly and brings her over to Katralla, lies her on the woman’s chest. The baby squirms, makes a sound. Katralla’s arm falls down and a soft look comes over her face and she dies like that, with the child next to her skin. The blood stops coming.
Aeryn find the knife in her boot and cuts and ties the cord and digs at the bottom of the trunk to find the cleanest cloth available and wraps the baby in it. She leaves the child on her mother’s chest while she searches for something else. She wants a vid chip, she wants something that will show a picture of the two of them. There’s nothing that isn’t broken or soiled. She remembers the baby has a name, and hopes that is enough.
Riddles
Don't forget to feed the author.
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ:
bilpingalAuthor Website: http://www.freewebs.com/carly_gal/
Why this must be read:
There haven't been a lot of new authors lately in the Farscape fandom (an inevitable result of the show no longer being on the air, and having a mostly complete canon to boot), and I've watched with pleasure as this author worked to find her voice. She continues to grow and expand her scope and her handle on storytelling in this verse.
This particular fic goes AU from Dog With Two Bones, bringing in some important elements of season 2 and that happens to hit many of my favorite fic kinks.
I won't say that the story is entirely unproblematic - there's some obscurity to some of the phrases and storytelling, and some of it feels a bit too easy (particularly John and Aeryn's reconcilliation), but I like the heart of it, the story it tells, and am really pleased with how much this author has grown as a writer and the work she's put into telling this story. The language is universally lovely and confident, and the it addresses many of the complexities of the seperations at the end of Season 3. The storytelling is rich, and I look forward to more work as this writer continues to grow. (I'd definitely recommend her crossovers with Farscape and SG-1. They're dark and sexy and spare and I wish I'd had it together enough to rec one for crossover day).
The blood makes sense now.
Aeryn makes a sudden convulsive leap over to the fallen trunk and pulls at the contents madly. There’s a baby under the cloth. A girl. Naked and bloody and – the cord’s still attached. She picks her up gingerly and brings her over to Katralla, lies her on the woman’s chest. The baby squirms, makes a sound. Katralla’s arm falls down and a soft look comes over her face and she dies like that, with the child next to her skin. The blood stops coming.
Aeryn find the knife in her boot and cuts and ties the cord and digs at the bottom of the trunk to find the cleanest cloth available and wraps the baby in it. She leaves the child on her mother’s chest while she searches for something else. She wants a vid chip, she wants something that will show a picture of the two of them. There’s nothing that isn’t broken or soiled. She remembers the baby has a name, and hopes that is enough.
Riddles
Don't forget to feed the author.
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