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Under The Shadow, by Daphnaea (NC-17)
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA (NEW)
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Length: About 3,000 words
Author on LJ:![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
daphnaea
Author Website: most fic listed here
Why this must be read:
My apologies for falling off the wagon last week! I blame post-finale shock. The end of the series left me in the mood for some old-school Kara/Lee fic, and this is about as good as it gets. Set briefly after "Scar," it depicts one brief encounter between the two in which they run the gamut from hatred to passion to unconditional love, as the story loops back upon itself in a circle. It pulls off the difficult trick of being incredibly angsty without crossing the line into melodrama. Pilots at their best.
His eyes caught on the line of her jaw, a small beauty memorized to the point of loathing. He wanted to shake her, to seize the frayed ends of her expression and unravel her back to something he understood. He wanted to be on the other side of the ship, anywhere but stuck in a dead end fight about everything and nothing. He wanted to find a piece of her that lacked a cutting edge.
Under The Shadow
Pairing: Kara/Lee
Length: About 3,000 words
Author on LJ:
daphnaeaAuthor Website: most fic listed here
Why this must be read:
My apologies for falling off the wagon last week! I blame post-finale shock. The end of the series left me in the mood for some old-school Kara/Lee fic, and this is about as good as it gets. Set briefly after "Scar," it depicts one brief encounter between the two in which they run the gamut from hatred to passion to unconditional love, as the story loops back upon itself in a circle. It pulls off the difficult trick of being incredibly angsty without crossing the line into melodrama. Pilots at their best.
His eyes caught on the line of her jaw, a small beauty memorized to the point of loathing. He wanted to shake her, to seize the frayed ends of her expression and unravel her back to something he understood. He wanted to be on the other side of the ship, anywhere but stuck in a dead end fight about everything and nothing. He wanted to find a piece of her that lacked a cutting edge.
Under The Shadow
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