Firefly Ficlet: Moth
Happy Belated Birthday to
trialia. For her I have braved a new fandom and a new “genre”. Behold my first attempt at Firefly and femmeslash, all in one tiny ficlet. *is nervous*
Oh, and this will probably make no sense whatsoever if you haven’t seen Firefly. Chances are high that it makes no sense even if you have. Mea culpa.
Firefly – Inara/River preslash – PG-13 – 489 words
Moth
(prompt: fire)
River dreams in black and white. She dreams in space and stars, in piano keys and ink running over rice paper, the characters unreadable.
When she wakes up, the noise slams into her like a shot. She takes it standing up, lets it burrow inside, the rainbow static of the crew filling her with stray memories, fragments of thought, half-felt emotions.
Serenity sings outside and inside and in secret between-places. River pants around the verses, hands braced on her knees, and waits.
Thirty-four seconds. A full minute on a bad day.
Then she goes to brush her teeth.
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“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” River mouths the words along with Simon, behind his back.
Kaylee giggles. Her laughter is the colour of cherry blossoms and it makes Simon smile, real and carefree. He reaches behind him, pokes River in the side, unerringly finding the ticklish spot between her ribs.
The porridge tastes of nothing much, faintly sweet and not unpleasant. River sits beside Jayne because she knows it unnerves him but that he won’t tell her to move.
***
Zoe and
Everyone thinks she’s too young, too broken, to understand, but that’s not true. She’s just too young to do anything about it.
Maybe the other thing too.
***
The cargo bay is for doing cart wheels.
Mal and Book are leaning on the railing, their soft murmurs drifting down and wrapping around her as she whirls, dancing around the glass-sharp edges of their thoughts.
The second
She won’t let herself remember what the first thing she learned was.
***
Inara is never surprised to see her, even though River doesn’t keep to a schedule. She never plans to go visit her, she just goes.
The shuttle is always shadowy, but there are no monsters in here. Inara offers undemanding company and acceptance that is tainted with neither pity nor excuses.
She smells like incense, like fire, and River is drawn, inexorably, her lines smudged and indistinct. Nothing Inara does is sketched. Every gesture is complete even before it’s done, every word fully thought-through. She burns, but it’s a slow ember, hidden and protected.
There are questions River wants to ask, but some of them can only be answered in flesh, and her body is not quite her own yet. So she drinks the tea, chasing exotic spices with her tongue. She listens to the chime of Inara’s bracelets and the steady flow of her mind. She stays very still, lying on top of the heavy brocade of the pillows, red and gold and brushing against her skin like a kiss.
She waits.
Fin.
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The icon is indeed awesome, but it's not made by me. Sadly I can't even tell you who is its creator. I found it somewhere uncredited and uncredited it remains with a that the icon-maker comes forward so I can a)credit and b)worship them. So in that sense it's completely up for grabs I guess, help yourself.
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I'll let you know about the collectormania closer to the time, hun.
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As for the fic... beautiful. I would never have believed you hadn't written River before if I didn't know better. That's seriously lovely. *huggles muchly* Thank you so much!
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Again, beautiful and so like River without over-doing it.
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It reads like you've been writing this for years - confident, comfortable, with all the textures that make up the show for me, somehow slick but rough-rusted and luminously dark. I don't usually read 'shippy River fic: anyone else is fair game, but she's just so broken. Now I'm going to have to ask for your take on Simon/Mal *g*
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And just... Oh hun, the things you say about my writing are going to give me such ego! *squirms with pleasure*
I'm cutting down and birthday drabble and ficlet offers simply because I don't have the time and the f-list is getting bigger. But you are one of the ppl I'll make an exception for. So, Simon/Mal ficlet for your (our!) birthday? I'll be needing a prompt...
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*keeps stroking ego, enjoys the squirming*
Oh, I wasn't even fishing for custom fic...! I won't spend that on a pairing I just dabbled in, no matter how pretty Simon's neck is. Hmmm, I'll think about it and send you an email or something, give you some options :D Would you kill me if it's a song prompt? Not song-fic or anything.
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*adds to mems*
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Also, the real reason I stopped by to read this was due to your icon. Comma Sutra. I giggled to myself for a good long time. Clever.
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Ah yes, this seems to be the icon that reels in people. I can't take credit for it nor can I unfortunately tell you who made it but it is undoubtedly awesome.
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