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BSG Fic: That Dying President, R.
Jul. 6th, 2006 07:53 pmI come bearing fic - and it's not the photocopier fic or the crack!crossover fic. I fail. However, it is a thing that came into my head at midnight last night while I was trying to sleep and I had to write it.
I'm trying to pin down a take on Laura Roslin but she is frakking difficult to write. She doesn't seem quite right in this either, a little too defeatist in places. The fact that I am determined to write a fic with her that I don't shriek OOC!! at in various places means you may be subjected to a few more. I = sorryful. Especially to you poor non-BSG friend people.
Title: That Dying President
Rating: R, I think. I haven't had this beta-d, and I don't know what's enough to make things certain ratings. So, R to be safe.
Word Count: 563
Disclaimer: Not mine. Will never be mine. I just admire and faff about with words a little.
Warnings: Female/female sex, male/female sex. Sex without love (I'm sure that isn't a warning any of you care about). Handle that?
A/N: I cannot write Laura. I cannot write sex. Considering this fic is about Laura and sex and death, you are forewarned. This piece is un-beta-d, all mistakes are my own. I still hate tenses a little tiny bit. Comments are good things. Con crit is fine, no out and out nastiness. Thank you for reading.
Summary:One day, if she's lucky, she just won't wake up
( She is dying and no amount of chamalla can change that. )
Again, I like comments (because I am insecure because I like knowing what people think). Thank you if you read it, and I hope you liked it!
I'm trying to pin down a take on Laura Roslin but she is frakking difficult to write. She doesn't seem quite right in this either, a little too defeatist in places. The fact that I am determined to write a fic with her that I don't shriek OOC!! at in various places means you may be subjected to a few more. I = sorryful. Especially to you poor non-BSG friend people.
Title: That Dying President
Rating: R, I think. I haven't had this beta-d, and I don't know what's enough to make things certain ratings. So, R to be safe.
Word Count: 563
Disclaimer: Not mine. Will never be mine. I just admire and faff about with words a little.
Warnings: Female/female sex, male/female sex. Sex without love (I'm sure that isn't a warning any of you care about). Handle that?
A/N: I cannot write Laura. I cannot write sex. Considering this fic is about Laura and sex and death, you are forewarned. This piece is un-beta-d, all mistakes are my own. I still hate tenses a little tiny bit. Comments are good things. Con crit is fine, no out and out nastiness. Thank you for reading.
Summary:One day, if she's lucky, she just won't wake up
( She is dying and no amount of chamalla can change that. )
Again, I like comments (
