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Title: Everyone whom Love touches becomes a poet.
Author:
olaf47
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Helo, Kara
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Through the end of the series
Summary: You’re more of a poet than anyone ever gave you credit for, ’Buck.
Word count: 301
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. The words are.
A/N: Written for the author challenge at
no_takebacks. Title from a quote by, believe it or not, Agathon, a Greek tragic poet.
You’re more of a poet than anyone ever gave you credit for, ’Buck.
There’s poetry in the quirk of your eyebrows and the lines of your palms.
You’re a tragic poem, a tragic beginning and a tragic end, but you managed to teach the worlds some things while you were here. You taught us to keep going, and that’s the only reason we can, now that you’re gone.
I’ve never been in love with you, but I think I’ve always loved you. And I think you’re probably rolling your eyes at that line, even if it’s true. You probably never realized what you were to people: to me, to Lee, to Sam. The Old Man. Hell, even Kat and Racetrack were mad for you. Hera still talks about you, pretends that since your names rhyme it means she was named after you.
Don’t go getting all sentimental, though. You should be glad you’re gone; you’d hate it down here. There’s no flying and not enough booze for your tastes, now that Chief’s headed north. Lee’s off exploring the wilderness, though I think he might have stuck around if you did. As it is, life consists of building houses and other necessities: a school, a tiny building of a hospital, a church. I spend my free time with my girls; we’re the perfect little family. I’m sure you’d think I’ve become incredibly boring, but you should give it a chance, Kara.
I don’t know where you are or what heaven’s like, but if you ever get a chance to settle down, do it. Stop running away. People love you more than you know, and you’re Kara Frakking Thrace—you’re good at anything you put your mind to.
Hope you’re keeping up your reputation and taking all the dead’s possessions in triad winnings.
Author:
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Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Helo, Kara
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Through the end of the series
Summary: You’re more of a poet than anyone ever gave you credit for, ’Buck.
Word count: 301
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. The words are.
A/N: Written for the author challenge at
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You’re more of a poet than anyone ever gave you credit for, ’Buck.
There’s poetry in the quirk of your eyebrows and the lines of your palms.
You’re a tragic poem, a tragic beginning and a tragic end, but you managed to teach the worlds some things while you were here. You taught us to keep going, and that’s the only reason we can, now that you’re gone.
I’ve never been in love with you, but I think I’ve always loved you. And I think you’re probably rolling your eyes at that line, even if it’s true. You probably never realized what you were to people: to me, to Lee, to Sam. The Old Man. Hell, even Kat and Racetrack were mad for you. Hera still talks about you, pretends that since your names rhyme it means she was named after you.
Don’t go getting all sentimental, though. You should be glad you’re gone; you’d hate it down here. There’s no flying and not enough booze for your tastes, now that Chief’s headed north. Lee’s off exploring the wilderness, though I think he might have stuck around if you did. As it is, life consists of building houses and other necessities: a school, a tiny building of a hospital, a church. I spend my free time with my girls; we’re the perfect little family. I’m sure you’d think I’ve become incredibly boring, but you should give it a chance, Kara.
I don’t know where you are or what heaven’s like, but if you ever get a chance to settle down, do it. Stop running away. People love you more than you know, and you’re Kara Frakking Thrace—you’re good at anything you put your mind to.
Hope you’re keeping up your reputation and taking all the dead’s possessions in triad winnings.
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