Free-For-All Comment-Fic Challenge.
-inspired by the comm comment_fic. I found it through willow_reece, but it's mostly real person fic, which just isn't my cup of tea. I love challenges and any sort of fic-a-thon, so I just thought it would be easiest to host one myself!
-How To: Comment here with a prompt (fandom/pairing in the subject line). Or a few prompts, actually. However many you can dream ( Read more... )
-How To: Comment here with a prompt (fandom/pairing in the subject line). Or a few prompts, actually. However many you can dream ( Read more... )
Jayne cast side long glance to crazy as she sat delcately perched on a crate facing out to the woods Serenity was docked by.
Wash had landed them in the middle of nowhere, as he'd been instructed to do,cause they was 'layin low' while on Harvest waitin' to hear from a contact.
The others were all further inside the bowls of the ship. He could hear Kaylee helpin' the doc with his turn to cook dinner, he'd seen preacher man headin' to Inara's shuttle for their usual night's tea before dinner-cause no way was the preacher hitin' that, went against his belief system-Zoe and Wash were on the bridge and last he'd seen of Mal he'd been headin' for the pantry to take stock of the food suplies.
Jayne scowled at the feng le girl.
"Ain't you got nothin' better to do?"
Her head tilted slighty and she smiled. "No."
Jayne rolled his eyes before pulling out a cigar, his very last one, and lightin' it up. He took a deep pull and then sighed in contentment.
"Smoking is unhealthy."
"S'os bein' crazy."
Jayne turned toward the sound of her laughter, his scowl returning.
"Didn't choose to be crazy. The man with a girl's name and man part's is choosing to shorten his life span with unnecessary inhalation of chemicals."
"Whatever..." He muttered before standing and stretching his muscles. He could smell the rain comin' now, and he saw a distant flash of lighting in the distance. He figured he should close up and let the Captain know.
Jayne brought the chair he'd been sitin' on inside and hit the button for the ramp before heading upstairs without ever looking back at the girl.
If he had maybe he would've noticed the way her eyes were clear and focused, watching him very carefully. He might have saw her look of hurt when she realized he was just going to ignore her, again. Or maybe he still wouldn't of noticed, maybe he would have looked through her like always.
River sighed and turned back to the now closed doors. With her eyes closed she could still see the trees, feel the rain as it began to fall. She curled up on the crate, pulling her legs to her chest as she mumbled to the empty cargo bay;
"Storms coming...not much longer before we're all soaked through..."
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Ooh, and I saw you added lots of new prompts, too! Yum.
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Yup, I love coming up with prompts. It's fun. (Cause', I'm a dork. &hearts)
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(Your icon is very pretty, btw.)
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