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crack_van2010-06-07 04:41 pm
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The Still Hour by logopraxis (PG-13)
Fandom: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
Pairing: Socrata/Dreilide Thrace
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
logopraxis
Author Website: Fic tag
Why this must be read:
Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. -Tolstoy
This is a story about Kara's childhood, before her father left. This is about a couple drifting apart who have no intention of meeting each other half-way, and the child caught between them. It's a story that has no villains, but no heroes either, and it's painfully realistic. At the same time, it's not horribly angsty, just quiet and well-written. I don't normally like Kara but this got to me.
Kara is wearing a white dress with a pink satin ribbon around the waist. She is sitting as still as she can while her mother combs out her hair. But this is not very still, since there are tangles upon tangles and Socrata is not gentle with them.
Socrata would rather like to lop the whole mess off, seeing as Kara can't be bothered to take care of it. She knows Kara hates brushing it too, but Dreilide is always saying how pretty it is, soft as corn silk, and that's enough for Kara. She went with him earlier today to pick out the dress. Socrata and Dreilide had agreed on a budget, but he came home and said, it was worth it, wait till you see how sweet she looks, before handing his wife the receipt.
She does look sweet. She just doesn't look much like Socrata's daughter anymore. So when she reaches a snag with her comb, Socrata tugs hard. And when Kara whips her head around to glare, with her jaw thrust out and eyebrows pinched in and cheeks growing redder by the moment, Socrata thinks, that's my girl, and feels a smile starting to make its way to her face.
***
Dreilide is pretty sure this doesn't count as whoring out his daughter. Socrata is full of shit on that one. Kara has begged to come to every concert he's ever played, and now that she's getting old enough to actually sit through one, he doesn't see any reason why he shouldn't have her on stage with him. Just makes it more exciting for her, right? It's not like the kid is shy, and she knows what to do. She's been turning pages for him during his practice sessions for ages.
So what if it's a school night? This is an educational experience. And so what if they can't afford the dress? If Kara looks good, he looks good, because really, who can resist a cute kid? And if he looks good enough, then he gets more gigs, more students, more money. It's not whoring -- it's practical. And isn't Socrata the one who's always going on about practicality? And Kara is so thrilled.
He tells Kara, "Your momma is incapable of having any fun, so she wants to make sure nobody else has any fun either. Don't worry about her."
And Kara giggles, and Socrata sighs and says, "That's bullshit and you know it."
The Still Hour
Pairing: Socrata/Dreilide Thrace
Author on LJ:
logopraxis Author Website: Fic tag
Why this must be read:
Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. -Tolstoy
This is a story about Kara's childhood, before her father left. This is about a couple drifting apart who have no intention of meeting each other half-way, and the child caught between them. It's a story that has no villains, but no heroes either, and it's painfully realistic. At the same time, it's not horribly angsty, just quiet and well-written. I don't normally like Kara but this got to me.
Kara is wearing a white dress with a pink satin ribbon around the waist. She is sitting as still as she can while her mother combs out her hair. But this is not very still, since there are tangles upon tangles and Socrata is not gentle with them.
Socrata would rather like to lop the whole mess off, seeing as Kara can't be bothered to take care of it. She knows Kara hates brushing it too, but Dreilide is always saying how pretty it is, soft as corn silk, and that's enough for Kara. She went with him earlier today to pick out the dress. Socrata and Dreilide had agreed on a budget, but he came home and said, it was worth it, wait till you see how sweet she looks, before handing his wife the receipt.
She does look sweet. She just doesn't look much like Socrata's daughter anymore. So when she reaches a snag with her comb, Socrata tugs hard. And when Kara whips her head around to glare, with her jaw thrust out and eyebrows pinched in and cheeks growing redder by the moment, Socrata thinks, that's my girl, and feels a smile starting to make its way to her face.
***
Dreilide is pretty sure this doesn't count as whoring out his daughter. Socrata is full of shit on that one. Kara has begged to come to every concert he's ever played, and now that she's getting old enough to actually sit through one, he doesn't see any reason why he shouldn't have her on stage with him. Just makes it more exciting for her, right? It's not like the kid is shy, and she knows what to do. She's been turning pages for him during his practice sessions for ages.
So what if it's a school night? This is an educational experience. And so what if they can't afford the dress? If Kara looks good, he looks good, because really, who can resist a cute kid? And if he looks good enough, then he gets more gigs, more students, more money. It's not whoring -- it's practical. And isn't Socrata the one who's always going on about practicality? And Kara is so thrilled.
He tells Kara, "Your momma is incapable of having any fun, so she wants to make sure nobody else has any fun either. Don't worry about her."
And Kara giggles, and Socrata sighs and says, "That's bullshit and you know it."
The Still Hour