Mal-Wash, Southdown Abbey.

Jan 02, 2006 20:27

Sometimes the days move too fast even for Mal ( Read more... )

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flybywash January 3 2006, 02:30:18 UTC
Wash, in his steady progress through the wave backlog, has made it up to June 2511. Turns out his folks were lot like him during the war: no strong sympathies toward Alliance or Independent either way, just tired of the fighting and desperate for it to be over.

(His mom and dad, at least. Anneliese was a sideline Browncoat to the last, albeit one as exhausted of the daily casualty newswaves as any other.)

It's become too unsettling to listen to their comments on Serenity Valley while in the same room as Zoe, even with personal earbuds in so he doesn't disturb her. He kisses her good-night and pockets the data sticks, setting out for a quick walk before heading back to his own room.

Persephone's not the healthiest planet in the system, but this far away from the docks, it has a fine view.

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bad_in_latin January 3 2006, 02:35:16 UTC
Mal takes off the ring from his finger to look at the inscription for the millionth time. The only noise that breaks into his thoughts is the now-unfortunately-familiar creaking of Wash's crutches.

Craning his neck behind him to say hello, "What're you up and about doin'?"

There is a vague gesture to the empty space beside him on the bench, though Mal looks back to the book for a long beat as he does so.

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flybywash January 3 2006, 02:39:21 UTC
"Just needed some fresh air," he says, quietly, as he drops onto the proffered spot. He slouches down and tilts his head back without thought to take in the sky.

"This...has been a very weird and ultimately very long kind of day."

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bad_in_latin January 3 2006, 02:41:01 UTC
"Had my share o' the 'long day' bit too. What happened with you?"

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