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Fic: String Theory
Title: String Theory
Word Count: 117
Rated: PG
Setting: Pre-Premiere
Characters: Nerri, Chiana
Disclaimer: Farscape and its characters belong to the Jim Henson Company.
STRING THEORY
There’s a rustle of feathers when the physician speaks, the faint odor of anise. Her voice has the slippery cadence of someone selling something; but they have no currency, and she knows it.
Nerri slides his thumb across the lifedisc and tumbles it between curled fingers like a gaming chip. Silver circles black, fractures in the light. Chiana whimpers and his fingers trip, clench. He needs to sleep.
“Life is fragile,” the physician says. “What binds us does not have to be.”
Nerri lays the disc on the table and it pools, red as Sebacean blood. He sinks, and rests his forehead against Chiana’s knees. She pushes him away.
And he wonders what it’s like to drown.
Word Count: 117
Rated: PG
Setting: Pre-Premiere
Characters: Nerri, Chiana
Disclaimer: Farscape and its characters belong to the Jim Henson Company.
STRING THEORY
There’s a rustle of feathers when the physician speaks, the faint odor of anise. Her voice has the slippery cadence of someone selling something; but they have no currency, and she knows it.
Nerri slides his thumb across the lifedisc and tumbles it between curled fingers like a gaming chip. Silver circles black, fractures in the light. Chiana whimpers and his fingers trip, clench. He needs to sleep.
“Life is fragile,” the physician says. “What binds us does not have to be.”
Nerri lays the disc on the table and it pools, red as Sebacean blood. He sinks, and rests his forehead against Chiana’s knees. She pushes him away.
And he wonders what it’s like to drown.