the morning light has washed your sins, bsg, pg

[krickets]

the morning light has washed your sins, pg, 362
battlestar galactica, post-finale, caprica/baltar
written for lenina20


They settle near one of the larger groups, close enough to feel the safety in numbers, but not any closer than that.

There are questions Gaius wants to ask her, things he wants to say.

But he doesn't.

The sky is too blue, and the ground is too lush, and the water too clean. He can't bring himself to taint its purity with talk of the past. He watches Caprica pick flowers in the field as he cleans the first potatoes of the crop, fresh from the dirt. Though small, each of the nourishing roots is a tiny victory.

She brings him the flowers, pale blue in color, puts them in a tin cup filled with water and sets them on the stump beside him.

"It's a special occassion," she says, picking up the long stick at her feet to stoke the fire. "We're not just hunter-gatherers anymore."

"No," he laughs, "I suppose we've evolved."
--

They both carry guilt. Too much. And they sleep with it heavy each night, wedged between them. It's something they'll never fully be able to release. Some nights, like tonight, she wakes in the dark, pulls a blanket around her shoulders and steps out of their shelter, barefoot into the grass, her face bent towards the sky. And though clouds sometimes hide them, she can usually see the stars.

She sits. Wonders. Does she deserve the feel of the ground beneath her feet? Does she deserve to be happy?

(Because she is happy. Despite it all.)

She remembers the look on his face on the day the bombs fell, overcome with the knowledge that his carelessness, his ego, are partly to blame for bringing his own civilization to its knees, the finality of knowing that despite his selfishness, there is no more ambiguity to be had about what kind of person he is. He is now, unequivocally, the very worst kind.

And she too.

Now, she can feel him behind her and he calls her name. The name she had before the war, before Caprica. The name that only he knew.

She turns to him and he holds his hand out to her.

"Come back inside," he says. "It's cold in there without you."

-fin

Comments

[anno-superstar.livejournal.com]

aww ♥

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :)

[daybreak777.livejournal.com]

Wow. Your stories are always so haunting. I really enjoyed this one.

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Well thank you! I appreciate it very much. They do kind of come out that way huh?

[emmiere.livejournal.com]

This is lovely and so vivid. So very them. :)

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I'm glad you think so. I haven't written much of them at all, so this was fun to try.

[sunshine-queen.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was beautiful. I really liked this image of their future.

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Aw, I love your icon. This was definitely inspired by those last scenes with them.

[cynthia-arrow.livejournal.com]

I love the contemplative tone you've taken here, and the imagery is just beautiful.

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Thanks, hon. Very glad you think so. *beams*

[gigglemonster.livejournal.com]

Aw gosh KC this is beautiful!
I love the idea of them being unable to shed that older life completely, that feels very real and adds a very haunting quality to this.
It's wonnnnderful :)

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Thank you! ♥ Much appreciated.

[millari.livejournal.com]

Aw, I love this!

I really like that they're happy, yet don't get exactly a clean slate, that they still bear the emotional scars of what they've done.

Both touching and melancholy, and wonderfully fragile. Thanks for sharing.

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Yeah that's definitely the theme I was going with here. Thank you so very much for reading and reviewing! :)

[demonqueen666.livejournal.com]

Very sweet and beautiful, and I like that they're happy, but they don't really forget either, you know?

I like it. Great job!

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Why thank you! :)

[lenina20.livejournal.com]

awwwwwwwww! wow! I had forgotten about this so wow!you made me so happy today. I'll confess it's the first time I read the pairing and guh! it was brilliant. I love how the quiet and the peace and a purity that feels almost uncanny contrast with their guilt and their fear to tarnish it. The way they both live with what they did, together.... beautiful. And gorgeous writing! ;) Thanks so much!

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Well yay I'm glad you were happy with it. Sorry that took so long. There are many other prompts on that entry that I have yet to write, haha. I fail. But no! you liked it! So then I win! Hehehe

You're welcome!

[artemis-90.livejournal.com]

aww, the was short and bittersweet.

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much! :)

[http://users.livejournal.com/radon_/]

Awwww, that's such a pretty fic. I really love how you wrote it, it's all bittersweet and contemplative and innocent (somehow) at the same time.

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Aw I love your icon.

Thank you for reading! I'm glad it hit the spot! :)

[heliopaths.livejournal.com]

I found this fic through the_wireless. :)

This is just lovely. I think the epic-ness of the 'real' Gaius and Caprica ship gets overlooked at times, but you have them down exactly how I would have imagined them post-finale.