[ooc: posted now because this mun has to sleep and wanted to get it done. all farewell threads for both characters to be ongoing until they're finished.]In the end, this is what it comes to. A man and a woman in their thirties, a blue-skinned brother and sister, standing in front of the door ( Read more... )

There is a Faith in the bar, for the last time.

She's sitting at a table with coffee and a steak, looking less-than-thrilled.

She loves this place. She doesn't want to say goodbye.

It's a shame she doesn't have a choice.

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Some women deal with pregnancy well. They even do enjoy it, despite the morning sickness, swelling ankles, new body shape, and a host of other minor discomforts. All of that pales besides the idea of new life, shared with someone you love ( Read more... )

It's been longer between visits for Faith than it has for the rest of the bar.

This explains why, when she steps through the doors, she's holding a baby in a carrier slung over one shoulder, her hands occasionally moving to stroke his hair.

That kid has his mother's eyes.

There is a teddy bear on a table. One might notice that he's been there for a while. What might be the most amusing is that the teddy bear is trying to work a camera that's just a bit smaller than itself. And really, should a teddy bear be saying some of those things? Probably not.

Mark inna bar. As a bear. Whoops.

Faith.

Bar.

NOT HAPPY.

But at least the baby is amused.

Inara has just come down from the brothel office, where she had stopped to check for any new paperwork. She takes a seat at the bar, ready for an early lunch ( Read more... )

There is Faith, in a booth, smiling.

Her stomach has a little more curve to it than usual.

She's covering it with a hand, and humming softly.