Fic: Insensate

[arevhat]

Title: Insensate
Word Count: 206
Rated: PG
Fandom: Farscape
Setting: Between Suns & Lovers and Self-Inflicted Wounds.
Characters: Aeryn Sun, Chiana


Insensate

Aeryn is a grey-eyed storm, Chiana still water
Oil, flour, salt: a task too hard for fingers that remember
The hardness of death. Chiana surveys the wreckage and Aeryn
Wonders that she is not raging at all the pain
She has wrought
Her heart in pieces. Like broken glass
Invisible at almost every angle.

Chiana, the galley her home like Zhaan
In her apothecary. Aeryn does not fit Moya the way they do.
The way she fits her prowler, cold black space,
Cold black water.
Detritus clots on the surface, inconsequential
Fragments of regret, sharp and uneven
Anger. Sunlight is diffused at a certain depth.
Aeryn knows an aphotic environment,
Cannot sustain photosynthesis.

Flesh might sustain flesh.

Sorfa lacks the blowsy character of keevda
It is querulous, delicate,
Too delicate for a soldier’s crude and clumsy hands,
Her hands
That cannot even release a harness. But
Chiana’s touch is light, adroit in this if not in love.
Water, oil, flour, salt and
Leavening. Aeryn has forgotten
Buoyancy,
The necessity
Of weightlessness.

Aeryn did not understand Chiana then, the way she offered
Herself for Zhaan
Flesh for flesh
To be devoured and discarded. She understands now,
The devourer, rain on her tongue and chlorophyll
Beneath her skin.

Comments

[charlie-bz.livejournal.com]

Oh, my. This is lovely. Your language and the structure of this piece really gives me such an Aeryn impression. I mean this is sparce and elegant which, to me, is Aeryn.

And bringing Chiana into the mix makes this fic even lovelier!

Wonderful!

[nebari-rebel.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I was very nervous about this one since I've never written poetry before, but I've been reading a lot of it lately and am pretty pleased with how it turned out.