Here we go: the last of the Speaking of SG-1 set! I've really enjoyed this impromptu series, and I thank you all for playing.
So prompt me with gen Vala drabble prompts. No promise of first come first served, but I'll do twelve altogether.
So prompt me with gen Vala drabble prompts. No promise of first come first served, but I'll do twelve altogether.
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But the first time she picks up a Goa'uld device and it glows to life in her hand, she feels an odd spark of satisfaction. The same sensation warms her when a stray memory of something she'd done as Qetesh helps solve a challenging puzzle.
She cradles that feeling, savoring it, until she finally identifies it.
Ah. Revenge. Using Qetesh as the snake once used her.
Vala smiles. It's not much, but it'll do.
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But Vala likes long hair for its versatility. Wear it up for elegance, loosely flowing to look coy and demure, pinned in cheerful pigtails to disarm. A twist of her hair, a shiny barrette or two, and she can project whatever characterization she wants to suggest.
Sam doesn't see the advantage of long hair, but Vala can use anything as a tool in a crisis. Hairstyles are no exception.
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Hairstyles and accessories would be an important thing in a con woman's tool box. *nods, hair (which needs to get cut) bouncing on back of neck* :-)
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Hey, if Teal'c can wear eyeshadow, Vala can wear pigtails! :)
Thanks.
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Vala and sparkly things
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Vala and Jack O'Neill are the two characters whose inner child is most often on display. I know why this is. Both characters turn to the innocent that they no longer are to deal with the darkness that now dwells within after having been tortured. But what happens when both children come out to play?
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Qetesh was more discriminating. Gold and glitz mattered, but she sought the rare and expensive, gifted by adoring men that knelt at her feet. The more priceless the object, the more Qetesh craved it.
Vala expected, in the aftermath, to have a knee-jerk reaction against anything sparkly. She was surprised, but pleased, to realize that she still liked things that were shiny. Perhaps Qetesh hadn't robbed her of all joys, after all.
But she sticks to trinkets of little value. It feels safer that way.