Prompt: Long
Title: Long
Series: Finding
Sub-Series: Firefly 100 series that follow Aftermath
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Post-BDM
Characters: Jayne/River
Disclaimer: Firefly owns me, I own words
Notes: 100 words drabbles that grew from one to two to.... I credit
bookaddict43 for the inspiration... Was going to be 100 words, then 200 words, and finally settled on 300 words
All Jayne/River stories are in the same storyline...
Previously: Firefly100 Org post
Long Away and Imminently Close
Quiet, gaze narrowed to a single spot just behind the elbow. Sleek brown coat reflected sun gold. Pulse pounded behind his eyes. Blinding him in its intensity. Vision shuttered as trigger pulled…
Time collapsed, distances closed, he fell unknowing.
A cry of surprise, anguish swallowed in soundless shock. Hands scrabbled, searched for entry. No blood, no gaping wound. Frantic, she pulled, pushed at him. Crying in frustration, no answer forthcoming.
Irritated, he lost the prey. Nowhere seen in the cold light of infirmary. Sound crashed back in, smooth fingers tangled in his.
What are ya doin’?
You were not there.
Long Ago and Near to Now
Infirmary pressed upon his consciousness. Body felt separate, other. Reached for feeling. Leapt back, recoiling from tumult of fire and smoke filling senses.
Hoarse cry escaped, eyes hunted wildly for flames unseen. Slammed down, back hammered against thin mattress. Iron frame impressed hard lines into him. Frantic, futilely struggling to withdraw from burning flow in his veins.
Senses overloaded; whispers of voices crawled over his thoughts. Fear laced throughout; studied calm eluded him.
Time telescoped forward, compressed backwards. All was immediate, endless. Resolute, gaze fell on watcher.
Ice crystallized in her veins, frozen by the fiery rage behind his eyes.
Long Lost
Reckless destruction. Violence bound by no filters. Questing for feeling other than fire. Thrum of blood behind darkened blue eyes. Body thrown into living for proof of not death. A walking zone of destruction. Figures retreated before him, looking away, eyes downcast to avoid notice.
He broke all boundaries to find that which was lost. Living reduced to search for life lost. Food turned to charcoal, scent was overlaid with soot, skin burned dry. Insides consumed by press of voices, terrors unknown, fear not his.
Not yours… mine.
Don’t want it.
Cannot take it away.
Serenity lost. Longed for, gone.
Series: Finding
Sub-Series: Firefly 100 series that follow Aftermath
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Post-BDM
Characters: Jayne/River
Disclaimer: Firefly owns me, I own words
Notes: 100 words drabbles that grew from one to two to.... I credit
bookaddict43 for the inspiration... Was going to be 100 words, then 200 words, and finally settled on 300 words
All Jayne/River stories are in the same storyline...
Previously: Firefly100 Org post
Long Away and Imminently Close
Quiet, gaze narrowed to a single spot just behind the elbow. Sleek brown coat reflected sun gold. Pulse pounded behind his eyes. Blinding him in its intensity. Vision shuttered as trigger pulled…
Time collapsed, distances closed, he fell unknowing.
A cry of surprise, anguish swallowed in soundless shock. Hands scrabbled, searched for entry. No blood, no gaping wound. Frantic, she pulled, pushed at him. Crying in frustration, no answer forthcoming.
Irritated, he lost the prey. Nowhere seen in the cold light of infirmary. Sound crashed back in, smooth fingers tangled in his.
What are ya doin’?
You were not there.
Long Ago and Near to Now
Infirmary pressed upon his consciousness. Body felt separate, other. Reached for feeling. Leapt back, recoiling from tumult of fire and smoke filling senses.
Hoarse cry escaped, eyes hunted wildly for flames unseen. Slammed down, back hammered against thin mattress. Iron frame impressed hard lines into him. Frantic, futilely struggling to withdraw from burning flow in his veins.
Senses overloaded; whispers of voices crawled over his thoughts. Fear laced throughout; studied calm eluded him.
Time telescoped forward, compressed backwards. All was immediate, endless. Resolute, gaze fell on watcher.
Ice crystallized in her veins, frozen by the fiery rage behind his eyes.
Long Lost
Reckless destruction. Violence bound by no filters. Questing for feeling other than fire. Thrum of blood behind darkened blue eyes. Body thrown into living for proof of not death. A walking zone of destruction. Figures retreated before him, looking away, eyes downcast to avoid notice.
He broke all boundaries to find that which was lost. Living reduced to search for life lost. Food turned to charcoal, scent was overlaid with soot, skin burned dry. Insides consumed by press of voices, terrors unknown, fear not his.
Not yours… mine.
Don’t want it.
Cannot take it away.
Serenity lost. Longed for, gone.