Fic: Why. PG.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Another Starbuggers vignette. A followup to kahvi's Who, and I owe one rather central image in this fic to hers.

Lister and I - we weren't even friends.

Crit is always good. Written for fanfic100. Little Damn Table.

Comments

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

I didn't feed you back for this one? What am I, stupid?

Chilling, very chilling stuff. But good, as always. I love how accurately this manages to portray how dreams feel like - or at least that's how they feel like to me. Goodness.

Great sword details, cobos would approve. He's always going on about how swords are heavy, and that people need to keep that in mind.

"I am here to punish your prurient association with that foul fiend, Lister of Smeg."
*grins knowingly* Clever.

"Dave?" he asked, his voice small.
This just says so much about Lister. This whole sequence.

Lister hacked at the light bee with his sword until it split open, sparking, because damn it, Rimmer would never learn...
Gods, such an image. Such a sentence!

she don't go around smellin' like Gary, Indiana.
Hah! (I've been there. :p)

Cat speaking French scares me.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Eh, I've been writing while you were stuck in the convention. :)

Well, that's how vivid nightmares are for me. Especially that bit at the end where you're trying to figure out if it was real or not. Why can't good dreams be that real? :p

Ach, I have had a much better view of Lister since I started writing with you! Glad you liked, thanks for the feedback!