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May. 2nd, 2002 07:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jamjarShe thinks, how difficult [painful, empty] it must to carry your crew [family, loves] outside you always, in danger or fraying or being detached.
Leviathans are solitary creatures. They do not flock or swarm, do not travel together except for those rare occasions where two have the same destination. Distant calls across space and brushes in passing. Communications sent out at random, warnings and greetings to be heard by any Leviathan that travelled in that space.
[like penpals, Crichton says, posting letters into the void]
Exterior is solitude. Belonging, in the species/family/crew sense, is interior. Her people are carried inside, in the walls of her body.
She had a son/was a mother, once. Leviathans are not tribal, have no network tied by species and kinship. mother/child is the only relationship that exists, teh only reason for two leviathans to have each other's company. For a time.
[dead and lost and lost fist, her son born in space, distance between them since he left her. She was only a mother before his birth]
Her Pilot who was not her Pilot, who came after the first. Painful, to wake up and find the emptiness inside where companionship would be.
[shh, she tells him, whispers, sings, when his guilt threatens. Past, and I have you now/we are here]
Space is distance, freedom, movement. Space is mostly empty.
[she was mostly empty, pain-crippled-pilot, no family inside her, just a control collar until they freed her, freed themselves].
Crichton loves space, needs it as much as she does. Space is distance, is freedom, is exterior.
They carry all their [belong-to] outside, unattached, so they can be lost by any passing wind.
Birth is loss. Separation is loss.
Zhaan sang and opened, so Moya was [inside the feel of Zhaan] when Zhaan was within her.
She has kinship with these, people who swim through/need space as she does.
[Aeryn, spaceborn, raised, who loves her, will protect her, but only when within her. She's leaving now, painselfish and empty].
Aeryn Sun is separating. [like birth] she thinks, [like waking up to find emptyPilotspace].
She can't protect him/them, the ones she belongs to/with. These are the people she loves.
She thinks [how can you bear it, carrying your loves outside your body].
Leviathans are solitary creatures. They do not flock or swarm, do not travel together except for those rare occasions where two have the same destination. Distant calls across space and brushes in passing. Communications sent out at random, warnings and greetings to be heard by any Leviathan that travelled in that space.
[like penpals, Crichton says, posting letters into the void]
Exterior is solitude. Belonging, in the species/family/crew sense, is interior. Her people are carried inside, in the walls of her body.
She had a son/was a mother, once. Leviathans are not tribal, have no network tied by species and kinship. mother/child is the only relationship that exists, teh only reason for two leviathans to have each other's company. For a time.
[dead and lost and lost fist, her son born in space, distance between them since he left her. She was only a mother before his birth]
Her Pilot who was not her Pilot, who came after the first. Painful, to wake up and find the emptiness inside where companionship would be.
[shh, she tells him, whispers, sings, when his guilt threatens. Past, and I have you now/we are here]
Space is distance, freedom, movement. Space is mostly empty.
[she was mostly empty, pain-crippled-pilot, no family inside her, just a control collar until they freed her, freed themselves].
Crichton loves space, needs it as much as she does. Space is distance, is freedom, is exterior.
They carry all their [belong-to] outside, unattached, so they can be lost by any passing wind.
Birth is loss. Separation is loss.
Zhaan sang and opened, so Moya was [inside the feel of Zhaan] when Zhaan was within her.
She has kinship with these, people who swim through/need space as she does.
[Aeryn, spaceborn, raised, who loves her, will protect her, but only when within her. She's leaving now, painselfish and empty].
Aeryn Sun is separating. [like birth] she thinks, [like waking up to find emptyPilotspace].
She can't protect him/them, the ones she belongs to/with. These are the people she loves.
She thinks [how can you bear it, carrying your loves outside your body].
