7 Deadly Sins (3/7)--Mal+River (Firefly/Serenity)
Disclaimer: Firefly, Serenity and all of its wonderful characters belong to Joss Whedon.
Zoe thinks too, sometimes. When her mind tears itself off Wash, the moment she'd thought her heart had stopped beating. Traitorous thing, intent to keep on going even with no reason to.
River fixes her food sometimes. She stares at the last fresh apple, probably saved for her. She wonders if she's supposed to feel hunger.
Simon and Kaylee she avoids; too much sunshine, too much joy. Jayne ain't been annoying as much, mostly, quiet as not usual, but he's started doing mail runs more often. Mal tries. He tries to understand, tries to be a good Captain. To continue living for those who can't.
Jayne is eating some grub he cooked up, and River peers up from her own bowl of mash up proteins.
"Nausea," she chants. Jayne glances at her, but it's Zoe who dashes out the mess when the smell of his food reaches her. River floats by later, tiny apple on one hand, soothing tea made off herbs from Inara on the other. She smiles.
Zoe thinks, and wonders if that darned husband of hers left her a reason good enough to go on living on his behalf. Hand curls over stomach and she lies back on her, their bed. Mug is gone when she wakes, but apple heart remains.
Zoe thinks, of a small child with his eyes and smile.
Zoe thinks, and smiles.
Zoe thinks too, sometimes. When her mind tears itself off Wash, the moment she'd thought her heart had stopped beating. Traitorous thing, intent to keep on going even with no reason to.
River fixes her food sometimes. She stares at the last fresh apple, probably saved for her. She wonders if she's supposed to feel hunger.
Simon and Kaylee she avoids; too much sunshine, too much joy. Jayne ain't been annoying as much, mostly, quiet as not usual, but he's started doing mail runs more often. Mal tries. He tries to understand, tries to be a good Captain. To continue living for those who can't.
Jayne is eating some grub he cooked up, and River peers up from her own bowl of mash up proteins.
"Nausea," she chants. Jayne glances at her, but it's Zoe who dashes out the mess when the smell of his food reaches her. River floats by later, tiny apple on one hand, soothing tea made off herbs from Inara on the other. She smiles.
Zoe thinks, and wonders if that darned husband of hers left her a reason good enough to go on living on his behalf. Hand curls over stomach and she lies back on her, their bed. Mug is gone when she wakes, but apple heart remains.
Zoe thinks, of a small child with his eyes and smile.
Zoe thinks, and smiles.