Day 2: Necessary Things (Firefly, Inara)
Title: Necessary Things
Author: tigerlady (shetiger)
Fandom: Firefly
Character: Inara (no pairing)
Rating: R-ish?
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit being made from this.
Summary: It is an ancient ritual. 160 words.
The incense is snuffed, though its musky fragrance is still strong. The lights are low, her shuttle quiet, as Inara kneels and closes her eyes.
The ritual is ancient. Perhaps, as they say, it was ancient even on Earth-That-Was. It is one of the first taught to initiates, and yet it is one of the last mastered. For Inara, it is a necessary thing. She returns to it nightly, withdrawing from Serenity so she might find her own serene place.
She takes a deep breath, lets it out. Contracts her inner muscles. Relaxes them. She contracts. She relaxes. Soon the motion of her muscles is a mantra spoken by her body, a flywheel spinning away the concerns of the 'verse. The rhythm becomes a flutter becomes a quiver, taking her towards completion as surely as being pulled into a star.
Afterwards, she takes a deep, deep breath. Letting it out washes away the slight tension that remains. Now, she is at peace.
Until tomorrow comes.
Author: tigerlady (shetiger)
Fandom: Firefly
Character: Inara (no pairing)
Rating: R-ish?
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit being made from this.
Summary: It is an ancient ritual. 160 words.
The incense is snuffed, though its musky fragrance is still strong. The lights are low, her shuttle quiet, as Inara kneels and closes her eyes.
The ritual is ancient. Perhaps, as they say, it was ancient even on Earth-That-Was. It is one of the first taught to initiates, and yet it is one of the last mastered. For Inara, it is a necessary thing. She returns to it nightly, withdrawing from Serenity so she might find her own serene place.
She takes a deep breath, lets it out. Contracts her inner muscles. Relaxes them. She contracts. She relaxes. Soon the motion of her muscles is a mantra spoken by her body, a flywheel spinning away the concerns of the 'verse. The rhythm becomes a flutter becomes a quiver, taking her towards completion as surely as being pulled into a star.
Afterwards, she takes a deep, deep breath. Letting it out washes away the slight tension that remains. Now, she is at peace.
Until tomorrow comes.