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Tieria and Mal (sorry) derogatory September 1 2008, 01:04:39 UTC
It's functionally impossible for them to really ever get along. Mal's made up of unavoidable mishaps and plans that never quite go according to plan. Tieria has a certain gauge for how far a mission can drift from its original objective before his body can no longer recalibrate their route. To the Meister, the world around him exists on a narrow path with success or failure lined up neatly on either say. That kind of line doesn't exist for Mal- and if it did, it ain't like he would've followed it anyway.

What they did have in common, however, was the comfort of the sky between them. Either man couldn't completely exist on land for very long. It tugged at the fiber of his being- or the fiber optics or whatever in their little robot pal. They longed after the sky for different reasons. To Mal it was open and unpredictable (just like he liked) and to Tieria it was closed and warm, like the heart of Veda.

He keeps quiet, but makes trouble with that attitude of his, which is why three days later Mal is ready to haul him into a spare pod and let him drift forever. Book has warning looks all over that those sorts of things would be inhumane- but his expression tells Mal he has the same suspicions. Tieria doesn't eat or sleep, and he knows too much about the rest of the ship for having only been in the engine room.

Kaylee might've been on the kid's side, Mal thinks, ducking low into the warm, humming room. Then again, if that girl were here we wouldn't have picked up whatever this thing is- Tieria.

"You got a real way of gettin' into people's business, don't you?" he announces his arrival loudly, but the boy doesn't jump. Too bad. He's got no right idea what he does here, cause Kaylee was always tinkering away. The one's just sitting around, lazy as sin, or something less well known to the captain. Tieria doesn't respond, which just infuriates him even more, like he's listenin to somebody else. To be fair, ever since Kaylee went they've all been on edge, shaky and waiting for something to tip them over the edge. Nobody was ready for a new face, but Serenity needed to get into the air. They needed to put distance between them and the last place Kaylee'd been. But just now, watching the kid sit in the middle of all her parts, where Kaylee should be, just grates Mal all sorts of wrong ways. He can never stay in there for long.

River used to go hysterical whenever they first crossed paths. She knew what Tieria was, the rest of them just gotta guess. Now though, she explains to Mal, he isn't so bad. All gears but they're broken. Somebody pulled out an important part and threw him away, through galaxies.

"Seems mighty likely," Mal amends. He'll never get used to the way River looks at you, like she's the last face you see on a battlefield.

"He lost somebody too," she says and brings the ship into another low, listless drift. "But he's getting better," River adds with whatever part of her voice is supposed to sound cheerful (caught high and tight), "Serenity is helping him." Yeah, him and us both.

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terrorcandy September 1 2008, 01:09:51 UTC
Oh my god, Jackie, maybe you can write River from now on, okay? Okay ♥

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derogatory September 1 2008, 01:29:52 UTC
gjhdjkfg NO. PLEASE. ALL YOURS.

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bentley September 1 2008, 01:52:56 UTC
don't ever apologize. aaaaah holy shit jax you write firefly amazingly, and this is weird and heartbreaking.

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