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Diplomatic Service by Hera (NC-17)
Fandom:BLAKES7
Pairing:Tarrant/Avon
Author on LJ: ?
Author's Web site: Alas, Avoncentric is no longer with us
Why this must be read:
Ah, yes. The diplomatic mission, where the pretense of Greek love must be kept up night and day or the potential allies will be irreparably offended. Cavefic in the City, innit. In Blakes7, this usually plays out as a Blake/Avon, but as Hera logically concludes, it makes more sense in S4, where Avon was in fact trying to create alliances, whereas Blake always depended on his own small crew with only incidental contacts with other organizations. It's also usually part of a romantic swoonfest. This one is SOOOO not romantic.
Alliance with Tarl is critical, so Avon has to negotiate in Tarlese diplomatic dress...what seemed like hundreds of gleaming silver buckles securing fabric straps, each fastening in five or six places as it crossed the garment. And that's it...blue bands of synth cotton or harsh orangey-scarlet bands of synth cotton, and nothing else. It's Avon at his gittiest, Tarrant at his ditziest, as Avon gets on with the truly important aspects of the mission (insulting Tarrant, scamming Tarrant out of some sex, dumping a pitcher of ice water in Tarrant's lap...).
It's post-"Sand," so on the way to Tarl they have a heart-to-heart:
'Keep quiet and look decorative? And that's your assessment of my capabilities?'
And now the eyes upon him were pure scorn. Tarrant knew that somehow, unwittingly, he had just stuck his head in the particle accelerator.
and then [...]
'Oh, I'm so sorry," Avon's voice said. But at least he had the decency to wipe his damp hands on his own trousers. 'Chalsa. May I present my,' and Tarrant braced himself for the insult. Pilot? Subordinate? Concubine? He was pleasantly surprised by, 'colleague. Del Tarrant.'
Diplomatic Service
Pairing:Tarrant/Avon
Author on LJ: ?
Author's Web site: Alas, Avoncentric is no longer with us
Why this must be read:
Ah, yes. The diplomatic mission, where the pretense of Greek love must be kept up night and day or the potential allies will be irreparably offended. Cavefic in the City, innit. In Blakes7, this usually plays out as a Blake/Avon, but as Hera logically concludes, it makes more sense in S4, where Avon was in fact trying to create alliances, whereas Blake always depended on his own small crew with only incidental contacts with other organizations. It's also usually part of a romantic swoonfest. This one is SOOOO not romantic.
Alliance with Tarl is critical, so Avon has to negotiate in Tarlese diplomatic dress...what seemed like hundreds of gleaming silver buckles securing fabric straps, each fastening in five or six places as it crossed the garment. And that's it...blue bands of synth cotton or harsh orangey-scarlet bands of synth cotton, and nothing else. It's Avon at his gittiest, Tarrant at his ditziest, as Avon gets on with the truly important aspects of the mission (insulting Tarrant, scamming Tarrant out of some sex, dumping a pitcher of ice water in Tarrant's lap...).
It's post-"Sand," so on the way to Tarl they have a heart-to-heart:
'Keep quiet and look decorative? And that's your assessment of my capabilities?'
And now the eyes upon him were pure scorn. Tarrant knew that somehow, unwittingly, he had just stuck his head in the particle accelerator.
and then [...]
'Oh, I'm so sorry," Avon's voice said. But at least he had the decency to wipe his damp hands on his own trousers. 'Chalsa. May I present my,' and Tarrant braced himself for the insult. Pilot? Subordinate? Concubine? He was pleasantly surprised by, 'colleague. Del Tarrant.'
Diplomatic Service