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Nothingness, T but WARNINGS for New Caprica
Prompt by [ profile] sira01

Kara hears the door go, and closes her eyes; her teeth instinctively biting down upon her bottom lip as she prepares herself for another round of complete insanity. But the footsteps down the steps are slower and more measured than she knows, and her eyes open, though she's not gonna look. Frak 'em, she thinks, whomever they are.

The muted taps continue, the sound of brushes on drums, to cease at the last step. She's not gonna look. She's not going to even act uncaring by removing imaginary lint or yawning. They are not here because she isn't here.

"So, you are what all the fuss is about?" is drawled eventually; shattering the illusory no man's land of silence.

She blinks.

"I have to say, I'm not that impressed. I thought you'd be willowier, taller... more impressive somehow, to have so many Cylons enamoured of you."

Kara doesn't imagine herself elsewhere, she's already learned the futility of pretence, but neither does she have to exactly be in the room. Her mind is quite capable of just shutting down, of being nowhere, for the past is no fortress against the present, either.

"But, I guess, there's no accounting for taste. And I've always figured there is something just that little bit wrong with my brother Twos. A screw loose or whatever." The smile in his voice cuts through her hearing, and despite herself, she shares some of his amusement. "And Sam? Hmm, I wonder what he sees? We grew quite fond of Anders on Caprica, you know. Very brave. Very searching. Very cut-throat when there was need, too. He's not just a blunt shiny instrument after all, is he? But I wonder if you've realised this yet? Many fall for that flashing smile and clean jaw. Many miss the flash of red behind his eyes." The smirk's still there in his voice--she's still not going to look--but it seems to have intensified. Kara jiggles her shoulders a little, shifting the uncomfortable phantom weight that has settled upon her nothingness.


An indrawn breath drags at her, as do the fingers tapping against the railing. "Nice place this. Lots of light, view over the town - if you ignore the barbed wire and the screams that it." More tapping. A tisk. A soft snort. "Despite what many think... we're not all the same." The amusement sounds self-mocking now, she notes, as she twitches with the need to go away. "But then again, maybe we are." Kara swallows in the pause, and tries to float, to drown her ears with inner white noise. "I'd tell him what he wants to hear," he starts again, after a beat. "Pride is a small thing. Personhood can be regained."

Is that advice? she deduces, before becoming annoyed at herself for listening.

"A One, many Ones wanted you dead. And this here... just reminds me... maybe... One is One and all alone, and evermore shall be so. And maybe Twos do have a screw loose. Machines..."

Kara snorts and snaps, her nothingness gone. "If you're here to gloat, get it over with. If you're here to kill me, just do it already, so I can get some peace. But DO. NOT. EVER. TRY to give me advice or some obscure frakkin' lesson." She finally looks up then to see that he's smiling. It looks bitter.

"And here endeth the lesson," he whispers, before turning and walking straight back up the stairs.

"Frak you!" she screams at him. "Frak you!" Kara grabs the nearest thing (a lamp) and throws it, for it to miss and shatter against the door which hastily closes behind him. "Frakkin' priest!" She rages. She's still raging when Leoben returns later on, and rages until his throat is slit and she's sitting on the chair panting in dark delight - her nothingness far from reach.

Date: 2012-12-20 02:39 am (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Dark and intoxicating. You've nailed that Cavil creepiness.
Date: 2012-12-20 08:17 am (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Thank you! I'm so pleased it worked for you. :)
Edited Date: 2012-12-20 08:17 am (UTC)
Date: 2012-12-20 03:46 am (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Ooh, fascinating. Cavil is just so good at being infuriating :)
Date: 2012-12-20 08:21 am (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
He so is! Thanks, sweetie.
Date: 2012-12-20 09:06 pm (UTC)

cold_clarity: (samkiss)
From: [personal profile] cold_clarity
oh Cavil. <3

this line, especially, really got me: "And here endeth the lesson," he whispers, before turning and walking straight back up the stairs.

it's so very him in its insincerity and its bitterness.

great vignette!
Date: 2012-12-21 06:10 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Thanks, sweet! I'm disturbed by how easily this one wrote, TBH. :)
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