Fic: Drowned In Remorse (Mal/Inara)
Title: Drowned In Remorse
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara
Prompt: #008 ARTICLES; NEWSPAPERS ~ broken promise
Word Count: 229
Rating: T+
Summary: He's surfing the cortex in search of possibilities for more work when he sees it.
Notes: Written for 30_angsts. 13/09/08.
"Feel the emptiness in my heart
Life's taken me back to the start
There's no power, no glory
I'm just missing you"
~ "My One Mistake" by Rex Goudie
He's surfing the cortex in search of possibilities for more work when he sees it. It's an article, the same as any other article, but its topic makes his heart tremble. Companions. It's all about Companions.
On closer inspection, it identifies the differences between Companions and whores. Companions are registered with the Guild; whores are not. Companions are highly regarded in society, whereas whores are looked down upon. He can't see much difference in what they actually do, pleasuring men-folk and the occasional woman, but a wave of remorse drowns him anyway.
He is flooded with guilt.
For so long, he had called Inara a whore. To her face. Of course he respected her. He just didn't like the idea of her in bed with who knew how many other men. He didn't like the idea of sharing her body like that.
He couldn't help but consider that his aversion to her job may be nothing but personal to her. Maybe instead of telling her he disapproved of her work and wished she had another job, any job, he was pushing her further and further away.
He quickly typed a message to her before anything could change his mind. He clicked send. Sitting back in his seat, he stared at the screen, at the letters there, so very confronting and yet so very vague. Hopefully she'd understand.
"I'm sorry."
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara
Prompt: #008 ARTICLES; NEWSPAPERS ~ broken promise
Word Count: 229
Rating: T+
Summary: He's surfing the cortex in search of possibilities for more work when he sees it.
Notes: Written for 30_angsts. 13/09/08.
"Feel the emptiness in my heart
Life's taken me back to the start
There's no power, no glory
I'm just missing you"
~ "My One Mistake" by Rex Goudie
He's surfing the cortex in search of possibilities for more work when he sees it. It's an article, the same as any other article, but its topic makes his heart tremble. Companions. It's all about Companions.
On closer inspection, it identifies the differences between Companions and whores. Companions are registered with the Guild; whores are not. Companions are highly regarded in society, whereas whores are looked down upon. He can't see much difference in what they actually do, pleasuring men-folk and the occasional woman, but a wave of remorse drowns him anyway.
He is flooded with guilt.
For so long, he had called Inara a whore. To her face. Of course he respected her. He just didn't like the idea of her in bed with who knew how many other men. He didn't like the idea of sharing her body like that.
He couldn't help but consider that his aversion to her job may be nothing but personal to her. Maybe instead of telling her he disapproved of her work and wished she had another job, any job, he was pushing her further and further away.
He quickly typed a message to her before anything could change his mind. He clicked send. Sitting back in his seat, he stared at the screen, at the letters there, so very confronting and yet so very vague. Hopefully she'd understand.
"I'm sorry."