The Dance, Glycerine
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Claim: Farscape, John and Aeryn
Prompt: 13: Established Relationship
Title: The Dance
Author: Hopeful Romantic
Rating: G
Length: Short
Brief summary: Since John and Aeryn ARE the established relationship on the show, I chose a story set beyond the end of the show.
"I guess because it means that love is the most powerful thing in the universe. And I think that I like the idea that no matter what, love is in the stars and there’s no light brighter than that.”
Link: The Dance
Claim: Farscape, John and Aeryn
Prompt: 14: Loss
Title: Glycerine
Author: sarajane
Rating: R
Length: Medium, there are two other parts, but this can be read as stand alone.
Brief summary: The wormhole blossoms without warning, blinding in its blue-white brilliance against the starless black. An adrenaline surge and a cold shot of terror flood his veins as Moya shudders and seizes.
He grabs the console as waves of blue undulate within the gaping maw, but he doesn’t have time or breathe or do anything other than scream.
Link: Glycerine (the other installments are linked half way down)
Claim: Farscape, John and Aeryn
Prompt: 13: Established Relationship
Title: The Dance
Author: Hopeful Romantic
Rating: G
Length: Short
Brief summary: Since John and Aeryn ARE the established relationship on the show, I chose a story set beyond the end of the show.
"I guess because it means that love is the most powerful thing in the universe. And I think that I like the idea that no matter what, love is in the stars and there’s no light brighter than that.”
Link: The Dance
Claim: Farscape, John and Aeryn
Prompt: 14: Loss
Title: Glycerine
Author: sarajane
Rating: R
Length: Medium, there are two other parts, but this can be read as stand alone.
Brief summary: The wormhole blossoms without warning, blinding in its blue-white brilliance against the starless black. An adrenaline surge and a cold shot of terror flood his veins as Moya shudders and seizes.
He grabs the console as waves of blue undulate within the gaping maw, but he doesn’t have time or breathe or do anything other than scream.
Link: Glycerine (the other installments are linked half way down)
