Sun
Title: Sun
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... 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
Sun
Flickering light filtered down. Reflections off of smooth surfaces. Rainbows danced in corners, across planes of steel.
Heat flowed upwards, met rays where dust motes fluttered. Heat to heat burned at skin and eyes. Murmur of voices spiraled motes into vortices, miniature tornadoes implying at reality.
Caution clothed voices in warm buttery tones. Soothing hands laid on tense arms; calming words defusing tension.
“I gotta know what I am to be dealin’ with here. Can’t be wondering what yer gonna do.” Concerned anger.
“Got nothin’ ta worry on. Was just a tussle is all.”
“Just a tussle!?” Disbelieving shock won.
~*~
“Weren’t nothin’ ain’t happened afore.”
“Ruttin’ Hell it weren’t! Took out half a battalion, weren’t no reason for it.”
“What ya all in a bunch on anyhow. Weren’t like it wasn’t an Alliance hole.”
“Cause I don’t conjure we need to be having the Feds breathing down on us.”
“Not like they’re gonna know what happened anyways.”
“Right, cause they don’t monitor these places. We are not out on the Rim!"
Room felt to small. Slanting rays of light carved in sharp relief on faces drawn in gaunt tension. Crackles of electricity sparked little sunbursts of relief in darkened corners.
~*~
Blistering, sweltering thrumming thoughts. No quiet spaces, nowhere memories of violence and rage didn’t burn into the fore. Sweat slicked bar gripped in taut fists. Measured breaths matching exertion.
Days stretched into weeks. Each landfall a different season. Daylight hours varied, resisted regularity. Created distortion in passage of time.
Distancing from crowded spaces, isolating potential for conflict in the dark transits. The Black shrouded light from shining in and baring to view hidden terrors.
Retreating, distancing, resisting contact. Hibernating from connections. Denying by hiding.
She filled his every thought. Flowed water smooth to sooth fire baked soul.
She was life.
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... 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
Sun
Flickering light filtered down. Reflections off of smooth surfaces. Rainbows danced in corners, across planes of steel.
Heat flowed upwards, met rays where dust motes fluttered. Heat to heat burned at skin and eyes. Murmur of voices spiraled motes into vortices, miniature tornadoes implying at reality.
Caution clothed voices in warm buttery tones. Soothing hands laid on tense arms; calming words defusing tension.
“I gotta know what I am to be dealin’ with here. Can’t be wondering what yer gonna do.” Concerned anger.
“Got nothin’ ta worry on. Was just a tussle is all.”
“Just a tussle!?” Disbelieving shock won.
~*~
“Weren’t nothin’ ain’t happened afore.”
“Ruttin’ Hell it weren’t! Took out half a battalion, weren’t no reason for it.”
“What ya all in a bunch on anyhow. Weren’t like it wasn’t an Alliance hole.”
“Cause I don’t conjure we need to be having the Feds breathing down on us.”
“Not like they’re gonna know what happened anyways.”
“Right, cause they don’t monitor these places. We are not out on the Rim!"
Room felt to small. Slanting rays of light carved in sharp relief on faces drawn in gaunt tension. Crackles of electricity sparked little sunbursts of relief in darkened corners.
~*~
Blistering, sweltering thrumming thoughts. No quiet spaces, nowhere memories of violence and rage didn’t burn into the fore. Sweat slicked bar gripped in taut fists. Measured breaths matching exertion.
Days stretched into weeks. Each landfall a different season. Daylight hours varied, resisted regularity. Created distortion in passage of time.
Distancing from crowded spaces, isolating potential for conflict in the dark transits. The Black shrouded light from shining in and baring to view hidden terrors.
Retreating, distancing, resisting contact. Hibernating from connections. Denying by hiding.
She filled his every thought. Flowed water smooth to sooth fire baked soul.
She was life.