This was the first story I ever wrote in the Farscape universe. I had missed most of season 3 due to various and sundry (mostly being on a boat for almost frelling ALL OF IT, Skiffy not airing the rest of it until late April, and then my sister's wedding sort of frelling up the works).
So I managed to scrounge some tapes from various people and got to see the end of season 3 about mid-way through season 4. :
This scene got stuck in my mind before I actually saw "The Promise", but I wrote it AFTER seeing that story and incorporated some thoughts from that episode into this. Pilot was WAY underused in Season 4, IMHO.
Without further ado, I present "Sickness of Shadows"
Oh, and, by the way, I always 'steal' titles from other things, because usually I'm not creative enough to come up with my own.
This one happens to come from Tennyson.
"But in her web she still delights / To weave the mirror's magic sights, /
For often thro' the silent nights / A funeral, with plumes and lights /
And music, went to Camelot: / Or when the moon was overhead, / Came two
young lovers lately wed: / "I am half sick of shadows," said / The Lady of
Shalott." -- Alfred, Lord Tennyson Sickness of Shadows -
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