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Sometimes, he just sits and looks. It's a luxury that he wasn't afforded much out in the black. There is a pride that he feels whenever he reminds himself that shes his. Today, he's sitting in the sand in the shadow of Serenity, building a fort while Zoe and Simon Chicago play in the sand.
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He’s no stranger to a losing battle; sometimes, it feels like he’s been fighting one most of his life. Shepherd told him that it doesn’t matter what he believes in, just as long as he believes it. Mal’s had a problem believing for years; figures that he’d chose her as a place to start ( Read more... ) -
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It's what he does. Out on the raggedy edge, they take what work they can and they do it as well as they're able and, somehow, they get by. They move on. Stay free. Still, before ever job, he gets this flicker of trepedation. Because they are all so very, very human and that makes them so fragile. And he's seen what happens to fragile, out on ( Read more... ) -
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It's been quite a day. First couple of hours had been comfortable enough, dozing in his bunk with River in his arms but that came to a pretty abrupt gorram end when everyone else found out exactly where River had spent the night. Mal's not entirely sure what's worse: the sermons, the laughter, the fairly solid punch that Simon landed on his jaw ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes, he closes his eyes and just listens to the pulse of his ship around him. In his cabin, his snug corner, he can't hear voices, but he imagines his crew tucked away. Six years since Serenity Valley, since he shrunk to his most useful size and, since his mother died, he hasn't had many people; better that way...but here they are, out on ( Read more... ) -
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A bar seems like a reasonable sort of place to end up, if he's got to be somewhere. He loves his ship like a part of him but even he can see clearly enough to feel the weight of a whole mess of history every time he steps foot on the bridge. There's a little girl who may or may not have his eyes, hard to say, but he owes that little girl ( Read more... )