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ladycallie) wrote2007-06-11 02:49 am
ladycallie) wrote2007-06-11 02:49 am
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Farscape microfics: Idle Hands and Strongest Suit
Title: Idle Hands
Rating: G
Setting: season four, no spoilers
Word count: 100
Written for Terra Firma's Weekly Mircofic: Scarrens
She sprawled on her divan, her favorite Zehahbra pelt draped over her. Two juveniles of good breeding and class attend her; one kneeling beside her with a tray of appealing appetizers, the other cooling her with a fan of Kevarsh feathers. She sighed, comfortable, but restless. Her quarters felt cramped, the normally pleasing red, and gold colors she had carefully chosen to make her feel strong and vital now made her frustrated. Her head hurt. She pined for the cool soothing blue and silver colors of the Royal Chambers. Her rightful chambers. She really wanted to torture someone right now.
Title: Strongest Suit
Rating: G
Setting: season four, no spoilers
Word count: 100
Written for Terra Firma's Weekly Mircofic: Scarrens
The door chimed, her attendants rushed to accept the package from the guard outside. They returned to Akhna, falling into perfect bows as they offered the box to her. Akhna plucked the ties off, flung the lid away. She gasped. It was perfect. She ran her long nails over the dark jewels. She nodded and her attendants lifted it from the box and carefully secured her treasure on. Akhna rose and studied herself in the mirror. It was indeed a hat worthy of an Empress. She smiled to her reflection. Truly she was magnificent. And now everyone would know it.
Rating: G
Setting: season four, no spoilers
Word count: 100
Written for Terra Firma's Weekly Mircofic: Scarrens
She sprawled on her divan, her favorite Zehahbra pelt draped over her. Two juveniles of good breeding and class attend her; one kneeling beside her with a tray of appealing appetizers, the other cooling her with a fan of Kevarsh feathers. She sighed, comfortable, but restless. Her quarters felt cramped, the normally pleasing red, and gold colors she had carefully chosen to make her feel strong and vital now made her frustrated. Her head hurt. She pined for the cool soothing blue and silver colors of the Royal Chambers. Her rightful chambers. She really wanted to torture someone right now.
Title: Strongest Suit
Rating: G
Setting: season four, no spoilers
Word count: 100
Written for Terra Firma's Weekly Mircofic: Scarrens
The door chimed, her attendants rushed to accept the package from the guard outside. They returned to Akhna, falling into perfect bows as they offered the box to her. Akhna plucked the ties off, flung the lid away. She gasped. It was perfect. She ran her long nails over the dark jewels. She nodded and her attendants lifted it from the box and carefully secured her treasure on. Akhna rose and studied herself in the mirror. It was indeed a hat worthy of an Empress. She smiled to her reflection. Truly she was magnificent. And now everyone would know it.