#womanswriting

[trynamarais]

I'm playing with paper and pencils. 😁 my happy space if not in front of the laptop.

[trynamarais]

Laura Roslin just watched a Cylon smile at her through a window. Bulldog’s story is falling apart. Sharon’s baby is in danger. And Bill Adama is unconscious. Chapter 5 is basically Laura vs. the universe.

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: William Adama/Laura Roslin Characters: Laura Roslin, William Adama, Kara "Starbuck" Thrace, Lee "Apollo" Adama, Billy Keikeya, Gaius Baltar Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Legal Drama, Mentions of Cancer, Sexual Tension, Opposites Attract, They know how they feel about each other Summary:

It started with a dance on the dance floor. The dance never stopped.

[trynamarais]

Chapter 5 is up and Laura Roslin is DONE being reasonable. Bill’s unconscious, Bulldog’s bleeding, and the President just declared herself a one‑woman wrecking crew. Bill fights for his life, Laura fights the entire ship, and somehow they still end up dancing in the dark.

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: William Adama/Laura Roslin Characters: Laura Roslin, William Adama, Kara "Starbuck" Thrace, Lee "Apollo" Adama, Billy Keikeya, Gaius Baltar Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Legal Drama, Mentions of Cancer, Sexual Tension, Opposites Attract, They know how they feel about each other Summary:

It started with a dance on the dance floor. The dance never stopped.

[trynamarais]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: William Adama/Laura Roslin Characters: Laura Roslin, William Adama, Kara "Starbuck" Thrace, Lee "Apollo" Adama, Billy Keikeya, Gaius Baltar Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Legal Drama, Mentions of Cancer, Sexual Tension, Opposites Attract, They know how they feel about each other Summary:

It started with a dance on the dance floor. The dance never stopped.

[trynamarais]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: William Adama/Laura Roslin Characters: Laura Roslin, William Adama, Kara "Starbuck" Thrace, Lee "Apollo" Adama, Billy Keikeya, Gaius Baltar Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Legal Drama, Mentions of Cancer, Sexual Tension, Opposites Attract, They know how they feel about each other Summary:

It started with a dance on the dance floor. The dance never stopped.

[trynamarais]

A little promise of sunrays came through the window. It danced the soft tune like a ballet dancer over the couch and the blanket. It made its final bow on Galina's face. She woke up and looked around. Everything was so quiet. The birds outside sang the promise of a new morning and a new day. She…

So, Galina is going to go through deep waters. But we are going to walk with her through it all. Enjoy the first Chapter of Synapses of the Heart. Please I would love to hear from all of you that read it. We can talk about it and see how it unfolds as we walk with Galina. Enjoy the journey.

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Sepia

(A bedroom. Perfectly made double bed, lamps on each bedside table cast a warm, yellow, dim light. She enters, sits at the foot of the bed, wipes tears from her face, waves her palms to cool her eyes.) Now I see you only through the fog. All I have left now are eyes full of dust that irritates and makes me cry. (She looks at her lap, where her arms are resting weak.) Fuck you. After us, I see the world through the filthy veil of a woman who was supposed to become a bride, but she didn’t. (To the audience.) And I was supposed to be the woman of your life, the mother of your children, the brightest trophy of your ego. I should have been. All that remains of me is the half-shadow of a woman, the attempt at love, the last twitches of the effort to make life out of buttery clay. The crumpled paper that used to be your thousandth origami crane. (She gets up, goes to the window, opens it, takes a cigarette out of her pocket and lights it, blowing the smoke out.) Who wanted this? (Looks over the audience.) I did not. Maybe the one from above, (eyes fixed on the sky) if there is the one above. (Looks back.) Or anywhere. Maybe you wanted it to end like this. Or maybe you're as sorry as I am that it turned out like this. We are now at zero point, two grown up children who have no way back and know no way forward. We don't know how to go on on our own. (Louder:) Ah, who even wants second-hand lovers? We condemned each other to a life of oblivion. (She inhales the last smoke, throws the cigarette butt out the window and closes it. She turns and walks towards the budoir dressing table.) What should I do with myself now? (She sits down at the table and adjusts her hair, addressing the mirror.) What can I do with myself now? I spent all my hopes on you. On us. And in fact, I see now, we didn't even exist. It was always just you and me. (She opens the powder puff, madly powders her forehead and nose, white powder flies around her.) White you and white myself, and between the infinite black void that did not allow us to hold hands and walk together. (She takes the red lipstick out of the drawer and puts it on her lips carefully.) For whom should I be beautiful now? I became just a black and white photo in a cheap cardboard album. If I’m lucky, someone will pick it up someday, blow the dust off it, and come across a picture of a woman who used to be. (She gets up, takes off her clothes, pulls out her nightgown from under the pillow and pulls it on.) I can't sleep in this bed soaked in you. (She walks to the door, opens it, steps on it with her foot, turns over her shoulder and glances over the audience.) Good night; tonight I'm finishing my first life and starting another one, the one in sepia. (She exits. The bedoom in semi-darkness, except for the flickering yellow light of night lamps.)