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I am a crusader.

Jun 12, 2009 23:09

Who: River & nightmare
What: a bad dream
When: Jun 10. Midnight.
Where: Her room.
Rating: Trauma
Completion: Incomplete

( I am the darkest lady on the tip of your tongue )

nightmares, river tam, !plot

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1eyeopened June 16 2009, 20:08:07 UTC

The house was eerily silent around her, though that could mean any number of things-- Kaylee may have gone to bed early, for instance. Jayne may not even be home yet, from whatever activities he had found to keep himself occupied the night before. Nevertheless, there was something different about the typical empty-house stillness that surrounded her. Even the regular creaks and groans of the house were not to be heard ( ... )

brainpanned June 17 2009, 04:03:19 UTC

River had toed gently. Her feet crackled on the floor, stepping in bits of glass and plastic, but she hadn't noticed it until the lights came on. The connection -- anatomy with fingers with toes with optic nerve endings, all bursting into a red-hot choir of agony. Her hands flew to her mouth and she tasted the blood beneath her fingernails.

Not her blood.

not my --

K*ylee

J ayn/e

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River's world began to fragment and split in two. Then three. Then nine.

She ran, ignoring the steady, leaking pain in her feet. A panicked white noise filled her head and strangled her ability to fill her lungs to full capacity. out Out out! River needed to get out, rushing down flights of stairs in a soaked carpet that made unpleasant squelching noises with each step. (People aren't supposed to sleep on the stairway, it's against the rules ( ... )

1eyeopened June 17 2009, 04:24:21 UTC

Again, the house was silent, still and quiet around her. But this time, as she pushed open the kitchen door, it was morning, and the kitchen was its usual, clean, tidy self. A quick investigation of the world outside shows nothing out of the ordinary. All is calm, quiet and still.

biggorramhero June 17 2009, 05:10:00 UTC

Quiet never lasted long when Jayne was around. Even in his sleep he tended to snore or mutter to himself, and awake? Well, awake, you could hear him coming half a mile off.

Except today. He tramped in through the other door in his usual fashion, but his boots made no sound on the tile. He caught sight of River as he crossed to the pantry and gave a snort. "Oh, you're here again, huh? Thought I heard you come in last night." Rummaging around (still eerily silent), he pulled out a box of cereal and peered into it. Evidently satisfied, he wandered back out again, eating it by the fistful.

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