Mirror, Mirror
Title: Mirror, Mirror
Prompt: #59 Rises
Rating: G
Word Count: 239
Title: Mirror, Mirror
Prompt: #59 Rises
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: G
Word Count: 239
Jayne wakes up in the morning and looks in the mirror. He sees a hard man with fire in his eyes and determination in his steps. Standing up straight and tall, he runs an appraising glance over his toned body and smirks back at himself before leaning in close to trim his already neat goatee. He’s invincible, immortal, unmovable; a man of stone.
Jayne wakes up in the morning and looks in the mirror. He sees a haggard man who feels the loss despite the win. A few days’ worth of stubble covers his face and his dull eyes look back in indifference, there are more important things on his mind. There’s work to be done and wounds to be healed and little time to do it in. He squares his sagging shoulders and presses his lips into a tight line. He’s worn, torn, glued back together; a man that survived.
Jayne wakes up in the morning and looks in the mirror. He sees a content man with a loopy grin on his face. A small hand pops over his shoulder to caress the smooth, clean-shaven skin of his cheek while dark hair and brown eyes peek out from behind him. Pulling her in front of him, he gazes at the picture they make. Contrasting yet complimenting; a living juxtaposition. He hugs her tight and kisses the crown of her head. He’s happy, hopeful, renewed; a man in love.
Prompt: #59 Rises
Rating: G
Word Count: 239
Title: Mirror, Mirror
Prompt: #59 Rises
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: G
Word Count: 239
Jayne wakes up in the morning and looks in the mirror. He sees a hard man with fire in his eyes and determination in his steps. Standing up straight and tall, he runs an appraising glance over his toned body and smirks back at himself before leaning in close to trim his already neat goatee. He’s invincible, immortal, unmovable; a man of stone.
Jayne wakes up in the morning and looks in the mirror. He sees a haggard man who feels the loss despite the win. A few days’ worth of stubble covers his face and his dull eyes look back in indifference, there are more important things on his mind. There’s work to be done and wounds to be healed and little time to do it in. He squares his sagging shoulders and presses his lips into a tight line. He’s worn, torn, glued back together; a man that survived.
Jayne wakes up in the morning and looks in the mirror. He sees a content man with a loopy grin on his face. A small hand pops over his shoulder to caress the smooth, clean-shaven skin of his cheek while dark hair and brown eyes peek out from behind him. Pulling her in front of him, he gazes at the picture they make. Contrasting yet complimenting; a living juxtaposition. He hugs her tight and kisses the crown of her head. He’s happy, hopeful, renewed; a man in love.