Little Murders 18 - Coda
Title: Coda
Series Title: Little Murders
Author: witchboywolf
Disclaimer: uh….standard one.
Rating: Fluffy and G-ish
It was late, well into Serenity’s Sleep Cycle. It had been a few months since the job at The Jokers Card. A few short months since the man who was Jayne Cobb was laid before the members of his crew, and had passed Judgment. Jayne sat in the Co-pilots seat during his watch, watching the stars slip past and idly tweaking the strings on his old guitar, considering his new life.
It had taken more than a little bit of time for the crew to stop staring at him when he passed in the halls or during meal time. No one really knew how to talk to him in those first few days. But as time passed they fell back inta being just crew. If Mal called him a Hwoon Dahn or Simon flung out something about being an Ape.. well, they were usually just joking, or River could always be found settin’ em to rights if’n they weren’t.
River. A smirk spread across his face. God how that little slip of a girl had made things go smooth.
Well, Smoother.
Well... Smoothish.
But by all the stars in all the black they flew through she was somethin else. His Babydoll.
He sat back and mused on all the shiny and inappropriate things that his mind conjured up when he thought about River. The guitar twanged along, a slow but soulful tune as his fingers wandered as much as his mind.
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She could feel him in her mind, feel his happy thoughts that sounded like green and tasted just like midnight blue. She felt him wash over her in guitar string colored waves. And the girl smiled. Her feet made small sliding noises as she slowly crept out into the center of the cargo bay. She could hear his music in her head, both the music from his hands and the music from in his head. They spiraled together, in subtle motes sweeter to her then all the classical concerts rolled together and spread out before her.
Because this song was about her.
River Tam. The Less Crazy but still not, Not Crazy Girl. She smiled and cocked her head to one side as she lifted her leg, gracefully arching up to point towards the ceiling.
Maybe you didn’t need to be “Not Crazy” to be a muse. She slowly turned, into a slow and languid pirouette.
The girl danced, fluid and slow, listening to music that was far away in the cockpit, but was playing in stereo in her heart and mind.
She had killed him, Jayne Cobb, gun for hire was dead and buried.
But her Jayne, her sweetly growly Jayne was only just now opening his eyes to the light.
Alright. This is the end of Little Murders, mostly because I disappeared for like…almost 5 years. But, rewatching the series to get a friend to watch it, as well as playing the RPG with another group of friends has dragged me back in. I think I got a little more in me, if anyone is interested in reading.