Title: What Is and What Was: Angel
Author: Meghan Elizabeth
Series: DS9
Part: 2/7
Rating: PG
Codes: B/Vicki Ann, male and female non-canon
Summary: A Dominion POW recalls what she has lost.
Disclaimer: Paramount just owns Bashir and the Dominion this time.
Everyone else is mine:-)
Archive: Not sure why you'd want to, but sure, just ask first.
Author's note: I love challenges and 'attempt' to try any one that
interests me. I originally intended on just doing the seven-day aspect,
but wanting to challenge myself, I tried to proverb part as well.
You may or may not understand these. This is really just a writing
exercise to help me get back into writing (the muses have been away due
to personal problems). Consider it a preview or coming attraction of
the story I'm working on now in which Bashir helps a group of POWs while
confronting his own past in the Dominion camp. Nothing is given away to
spoil the full story and I believe the drabbles stand on their own.
Feedback should be sent to the usual place:
meghanelizabeth@crosswinds.net Enjoy.
Angel: Tuesday's child is full of grace.
"Angel"
She'd been a dancer. Or at least dreaming of being one. Her lean, lithe body could move in a way that no one else's could. She was a dancing angel. Watching her, you could feel the music deep within your soul. She gave it life. Hers.
Now, she was a shadow of the angel she had been. She barely spoke a word and her lean body was now used for defensive postures rather than artistic ones. The beauty was gone, replaced by fear and suspicion. She'd given her life to dancing and when it was taken away, she'd stopped living.
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Author: Meghan Elizabeth
Series: DS9
Part: 2/7
Rating: PG
Codes: B/Vicki Ann, male and female non-canon
Summary: A Dominion POW recalls what she has lost.
Disclaimer: Paramount just owns Bashir and the Dominion this time.
Everyone else is mine:-)
Archive: Not sure why you'd want to, but sure, just ask first.
Author's note: I love challenges and 'attempt' to try any one that
interests me. I originally intended on just doing the seven-day aspect,
but wanting to challenge myself, I tried to proverb part as well.
You may or may not understand these. This is really just a writing
exercise to help me get back into writing (the muses have been away due
to personal problems). Consider it a preview or coming attraction of
the story I'm working on now in which Bashir helps a group of POWs while
confronting his own past in the Dominion camp. Nothing is given away to
spoil the full story and I believe the drabbles stand on their own.
Feedback should be sent to the usual place:
meghanelizabeth@crosswinds.net Enjoy.
Angel: Tuesday's child is full of grace.
"Angel"
She'd been a dancer. Or at least dreaming of being one. Her lean, lithe body could move in a way that no one else's could. She was a dancing angel. Watching her, you could feel the music deep within your soul. She gave it life. Hers.
Now, she was a shadow of the angel she had been. She barely spoke a word and her lean body was now used for defensive postures rather than artistic ones. The beauty was gone, replaced by fear and suspicion. She'd given her life to dancing and when it was taken away, she'd stopped living.
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