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A wedding.
Wŏ de mā.
Of all things. As if it were not bad enough that the Captain and River were together, now they were going to... make it official. Simon was not sure how he felt about the whole thing. His initial reaction had been negative, of course, as the information had been communicated to him by the Captain, but on the surface, from a rational, dispassionate stand-point, it was a good thing. It gave some air of legitimacy to a relationship that otherwise stank of impropriety, and it was a sign that Mal was taking his station in River's life seriously. Both of those things were ideas that Simon could support.
But did it have to be Malcolm Reynolds?
Simon sighed as he tapped his pen against the counter, staring at a blank sheet of paper. Eventually, he would have to come to terms with all this - with his little sister getting married, getting married to a criminal, potentially having kids, changing her name (réncí de Fózŭ) and so on and so forth. In hopes of helping himself come to terms with all this, he had the sheet of paper in front of him. It was mostly what could be called a rough draft. Although he doubted that he could find a real ink brush or very nice paper, in the sort of situation they currently found themselves in, Simon thought that the phrase "it's the thought that counts" really rang true. He would write something, a private note for both of them perhaps, short and sweet and heartfelt. Hopefully it would mend some bridges that had been burned, but Simon did not hold much hope. Abysmal with the spoken word, he did not think himself much better with the written, although perhaps with sufficient time to prepare he would surprise them all.
[translations = mother of God; merciful Buddha. Monday night clinic post. All are free to tag. Slow time is my friend. If your pup's injured, please fill out a form at island_medical. Thank you. <3]
Wŏ de mā.
Of all things. As if it were not bad enough that the Captain and River were together, now they were going to... make it official. Simon was not sure how he felt about the whole thing. His initial reaction had been negative, of course, as the information had been communicated to him by the Captain, but on the surface, from a rational, dispassionate stand-point, it was a good thing. It gave some air of legitimacy to a relationship that otherwise stank of impropriety, and it was a sign that Mal was taking his station in River's life seriously. Both of those things were ideas that Simon could support.
But did it have to be Malcolm Reynolds?
Simon sighed as he tapped his pen against the counter, staring at a blank sheet of paper. Eventually, he would have to come to terms with all this - with his little sister getting married, getting married to a criminal, potentially having kids, changing her name (réncí de Fózŭ) and so on and so forth. In hopes of helping himself come to terms with all this, he had the sheet of paper in front of him. It was mostly what could be called a rough draft. Although he doubted that he could find a real ink brush or very nice paper, in the sort of situation they currently found themselves in, Simon thought that the phrase "it's the thought that counts" really rang true. He would write something, a private note for both of them perhaps, short and sweet and heartfelt. Hopefully it would mend some bridges that had been burned, but Simon did not hold much hope. Abysmal with the spoken word, he did not think himself much better with the written, although perhaps with sufficient time to prepare he would surprise them all.
[translations = mother of God; merciful Buddha. Monday night clinic post. All are free to tag. Slow time is my friend. If your pup's injured, please fill out a form at island_medical. Thank you. <3]