word 123 challenge response
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15minuteficlets's jubilant challenge. This went dark. check the dedication, you'll see why. Rest in peace, Matthew Cartright and Joseph Sisko.
Title: Green Tears
Author: Chanter
Series: Star Trek TOS, during the Undiscovered Country
Rating: PG13, this is dark
Pairings: very faint and one-sided Valeris/Cartright
Summary: This is running on the same arc as Logical Deductions. Admiral Cartright is crying.
Dedicated to the memory of Brock Peters
220 words
Another man would be jubilant.
It’s a victory, according to many, according to *any*, according to a part of me that’s transcended the barrier between well-meaning traitorous sympathizer and cold, iron-minded orchestrator... it’s a victory, if a half-completed one. But I’m not celebrating.
It’s a triumph, some would call it; it’s a testament, it’s proof of success, it *is* success... but I’m not enjoying it.
It’s cause for celebration. They’ll whisper it in my ear, breathe it in transport beside me, murmur it in stairwells and mouthe it in corridors and crowded in elevators, it’s cause for celebration. But I’m not joining the party.
Because it’s her. And it’s him, and it’s this one and that one and all those so much greater than I am serving under me that I may have, or am now, or will be ordering to their deaths--how can they? How can I? They’re not celebrating tonight. Are my allies alright? They’re dying in mustered triumph. Is *she* alright? Their blood is on my hands. I’m running red. I’m running green.
So how can I celebrate?
The chancellor is dead.
Another man would be jubilant... but I’m not.
Because of him, and those behind him, and for all those behind me and especially for her... I’m terrified. There’s no room for jubilation. I’m crying.
15minuteficlets's jubilant challenge. This went dark. check the dedication, you'll see why. Rest in peace, Matthew Cartright and Joseph Sisko. Title: Green Tears
Author: Chanter
Series: Star Trek TOS, during the Undiscovered Country
Rating: PG13, this is dark
Pairings: very faint and one-sided Valeris/Cartright
Summary: This is running on the same arc as Logical Deductions. Admiral Cartright is crying.
Dedicated to the memory of Brock Peters
220 words
Another man would be jubilant.
It’s a victory, according to many, according to *any*, according to a part of me that’s transcended the barrier between well-meaning traitorous sympathizer and cold, iron-minded orchestrator... it’s a victory, if a half-completed one. But I’m not celebrating.
It’s a triumph, some would call it; it’s a testament, it’s proof of success, it *is* success... but I’m not enjoying it.
It’s cause for celebration. They’ll whisper it in my ear, breathe it in transport beside me, murmur it in stairwells and mouthe it in corridors and crowded in elevators, it’s cause for celebration. But I’m not joining the party.
Because it’s her. And it’s him, and it’s this one and that one and all those so much greater than I am serving under me that I may have, or am now, or will be ordering to their deaths--how can they? How can I? They’re not celebrating tonight. Are my allies alright? They’re dying in mustered triumph. Is *she* alright? Their blood is on my hands. I’m running red. I’m running green.
So how can I celebrate?
The chancellor is dead.
Another man would be jubilant... but I’m not.
Because of him, and those behind him, and for all those behind me and especially for her... I’m terrified. There’s no room for jubilation. I’m crying.
