Colored Pencils
100 words, g-rated, River.
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A picture was worth a thousand inscrutable, garbled, misunderstood words, and River loved to draw. When she drew, when she could draw, the universe fell away to the back of her mind like the hum of a waiting crowd.
There was nothing that she wouldn't draw: birth, death, fate, time, childhood, dolls, fear, fairies, treefrogs, hope. She drew angels fierce and terrible and good and if they looked maybe just a bit like the crew of Serenity, then that was probably almost unintentional.
She drew demons with fangs and horns and hooves, but she gave all of them blue hands.
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A picture was worth a thousand inscrutable, garbled, misunderstood words, and River loved to draw. When she drew, when she could draw, the universe fell away to the back of her mind like the hum of a waiting crowd.
There was nothing that she wouldn't draw: birth, death, fate, time, childhood, dolls, fear, fairies, treefrogs, hope. She drew angels fierce and terrible and good and if they looked maybe just a bit like the crew of Serenity, then that was probably almost unintentional.
She drew demons with fangs and horns and hooves, but she gave all of them blue hands.