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BSG: Trees Rearrange (Starbuck/D'Anna)

Written for the second round of getyourtoaster: Starbuck. I was assigned trancer21, who requested Starbuck/D'Anna, pirated video, and cigars.

Title: Trees Rearrange
Author: voleuse
Fandom: BSG
Ship: Starbuck/D'Anna
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Her love was neither cure-all nor catastrophe.
Notes: Set after 2.08



How can
I describe a conversation
like this one?


Thrace struts onto Cloud 9 like she's a shot of adrenaline, her hips twisting as she strips off her jacket. She hooks it over her shoulder, shakes her hair back, and grins.

D'Anna leans against a crate and watches. It's a slow day, and Bell's covering the Quorum for her. She hasn't got much else on her plate, and certainly nothing urgent. She has time to kill, to consider.

Thrace is looking around now, but it seems without purpose. Her lips curve into a casual smirk, and her fingers drum against her thigh, once.

D'Anna twists her recorder between her fingers, idly contemplates many things.

And Thrace turns her head, and sees D'Anna watching.

Everything follows from there.


Maybe.
There are forces we don't see


The liqueur in her glass is a hazy blue and candy-sweet. D'Anna marvels at the way humans take comfort in triviality. Thrace's drink is a stark gold, her emptied shot glasses staggered across the bar like targets.

D'Anna takes another sip of her cocktail, wrinkles her nose at the way it cloys.

Thrace laughs. "Why drink it?" She gestures at the barkeep, and two more shots slide down the counter.

"Because," D'Anna replies, carefully, "there are days when I don't want to know when I'm drunk."

Thrace slams back her first shot, smiles. She slides her hand over D'Anna's knee.

D'Anna knows when a question is being dodged, but she doesn't really care.


the strange
but ordinary way trees rearrange
shape and color


Thrace is snoring, her head buried under a pillow. D'Anna smirks from her desk, raises the volume on her computer's speakers by a few increments.

Bell's the audio-visual expert, but she's not bad at pulling together rough cuts. It takes her twenty minutes to sequence her report for tomorrow. She has three interviews pieced together, one agricultural expert and two ordinary citizens, interlaced with footage of Caprica in the spring. She curses the resolution of her monitor, wishes she had a model just six months newer.

"Where'd you get that?" Thrace asks.

D'Anna glances over her shoulder. Thrace is sitting up, her body bared down to the sheet bunched in her lap. She's staring past D'Anna, at the frozen image on the screen.

It's a static shot, she thinks. A small temple outside of Delphi, the sun shining through the trees behind it. It's pretty, but boring.

Thrace looks hollow, and her lips press together.

D'Anna turns in her chair, blocks the screen from view. "Just some footage from the archives. Stock. Nothing important."

"Yeah. Right." Thrace scrubs a hand over her face, and her revealed grin is like flash powder. "So you're working?"

"You were sleeping," D'Anna replies, taking the long three steps from desk to bed. "I didn't know what to do with myself."

Thrace stretches back on the bed, and the sheet slides off the side, forgotten.


in lieu
of the usual, a compromise. Go where you
will, do
what you can.


Thrace tastes like metal and heat and blood. Like salt and fear.

She tastes familiar, and D'Anna likes that best about her.

Her fists clench against the mattress, and D'Anna imagines her falling.

The muscles of her legs tighten as she arches, and she strangles sound in her throat.

She does not open her eyes, not once.

D'Anna doesn't mind.

She prefers this in solitude, too.


the scales tipped when she
touched me, just lightly


When D'Anna emerges from the shower, Thrace is dressed and leaning against the door. She's twirling a cigar between her fingers, but it isn't lit.

Off D'Anna's look, she shrugs. "Didn't want to be rude."

"How considerate." D'Anna discards her towel, pulls on a robe. "Seems unlike you."

Thrace laughs. "Who told you that?"

"A reporter never reveals her sources." She sits on the bed. "Going back to Galactica?"

"Almost." She slips the cigar into her pocket. "We're not going to do the awkward thing, right?"

D'Anna snorts. "Absolutely not."

"Good." Thrace reaches for the cigar again, then stops herself. "Um. Thanks."

"My pleasure," D'Anna replies, and stands. She sways forward, slants their lips together.

Thrace smiles against her.

"Next time you're on leave," D'Anna says.

"Maybe," Thrace replies, and before she slips out the door, she winks.

D'Anna doesn't expect to see her again, and she doesn't.


###

A/N: Title, summary, and excerpts adapted from Jeredith Merrin's Shift:
How can
I describe a conversation
like this one?

A massive shifting,
as of plates rearranging
along a continental shelf, causing

slight tremors? Maybe.
There are forces we don't see,
a subterranean geography.

Or something like a change
of season—the strange
but ordinary way trees rearrange

shape and color,
standing in the same places? Her
love was neither cure-

all nor catastrophe; not, in lieu
of the usual, a compromise. Go where you
will, do

what you can. As for me,
the scales tipped when she
touched me, just lightly.


Originally linked on getyourtoaster.

Comments

( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
trancer21
May. 4th, 2006 07:39 pm (UTC)
I've been trying to come up with something eloquent to say other than 'Guh, that was soo good!!'. And how much I love it and want to have its babies, although, I'm pretty certain humping my computer screen is not the way to go about it.

Thrace tastes like metal and heat and blood. Like salt and fear.

With so many good lines, this one's my favorite. The calculating nature of D'Anna and just seems like something she would think, and how she would think of Starbuck.

And then there's your Starbuck, which is exactly how I like her - hot, sexy, a smidgen of vulnerability and kinda slutty.
moodfic
May. 10th, 2006 07:13 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Thank you so much!

hot, sexy, a smidgen of vulnerability and kinda slutty.

The best Karas are. Hee!
lasultrix
May. 5th, 2006 10:07 pm (UTC)
I wish I could say more than what the reviewer above me said. Perhaps soberer, I could. But heck - I liked it. It had no deadwood. It was sexy. The short-shrift Starbuck was her reluctance to talk about things and the short-shrift D'Anna was her knee-buckling scariness. And on that note, I go to bed.
moodfic
May. 10th, 2006 07:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
lidi
May. 6th, 2006 07:16 pm (UTC)
gorgeous and tender story.
really beautiful.
thank you for writing it.
moodfic
May. 10th, 2006 07:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it.
thenewhope
May. 11th, 2006 11:27 pm (UTC)
I really enjoy how your writing style lends itself to the BSGverse, how crisp and clear your stories come out. the interplay between Starbuck and D'Anna here is great; flirty and unattached and real.

thanks ever so much for playing during this round.
moodfic
May. 12th, 2006 06:37 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it.
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