Sentence memes

[rinalin]

Oh, this is very much a day for sentance memes, I've decided. Because my co-workers are all crabby and bitchy and I got in a fight with my roommate last night.

Well, actually, it was a non-fight. I overheard him bitching about me to his GF and he didn't have the guts to actually talk to me about it. I was mad

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[rinalin]

Hera has been dark for weeks. It's so long that Mal wonders if the atmosphere hasn't always been choked with dust and smoke and death.

They haven't seen then sun for months.

The bodies are piling up and Mal's lost track of who's dead and who's dying and who's walking in death's shadow.

He's note entirely sure which catagory he falls into. Waiting is a different kind of death all on it's own.

It gnaws on hopes and dreams and ideals. It's a violation he can do nothing about. It infects the shreds of what is left and he can't shake it loose.

He looks up one day, and sees her smiling. And for a second he thinks he must be dreaming.

There's sunlight spilling in through the smoke clotting the sky. It's shining down on her, and her alone.

And Mal smiles a little too, because at least he still has Zoe.

He'll always have Zoe.

*headdesk* Sorry for being so dreary!

[ana_grrl]

Ooooh, grim. Love it!

[kashmir1]

Danny/Rebecca - The Inside. Paris. (You can take that as a setting or the prompt.)

Can you tell I'm hooked on this show?? LOL

[rinalin]

Rebecca's always had an inate understanding of people. It's why she understands the vics as well as the perps. It's served her well in her job.

Less so in her personal life.

And not at all when it came to Danny.

Just when she thought she knew what to expect from him, he twisted and turned and did something completely different. She tried to profile him, and every time, he defied it.

She sees a brochure for a hotel in Paris. She knows he has vacation time coming up. They both do.

She smiles faintly at the pictures of all the happy couples spattered across the brochure.

She's never been to Paris.

She wonders if he'll ask her.

As you can tell... I'm still struggling with this fandom. They're so hard! There's so little to work with. Less even than Firefly got.

[kashmir1]

Sorry to hear your day is being crappy. I forgot to say that in my firt comment. *hugs*

Now. On to the ficlet.

I know you said you're struggling with this fandom but if you hadn't said that, I wouldn't have known. Granted, I'm still fairly knew to it myself but this was just so gorgeous and achy. The last line just absolutely made my heart twist and I really, really wanna write Danny/Rebecca now myself. Angsty, star-crossed lovers type fic.

Thank you for this little gem.

[agent_rouka]

Wow, what a fun thing to overhear.

But oh, what happy day it is because there is sentence meme!

~

Inara. Jayne. Simon. "adoption"

[rinalin]

Oh noes.

I wrote a nice lovely ficlet for this. And... my computer ate it. ATE IT!

*cries*

I will try to recreate.

[agent_rouka]

Awwww, there, there. How sad. :(

Good luck with recreating, and don't worry about pressure from me. I know these things sometimes don't want to work again.

But it would be sweet if it does. :) And, anyway, thanks!

[rinalin]

"She checks out perfectly healthy, considering her history." Simon sits down across from Inara, bouncing the infant on his knee

[taramonk]

Jayne, Simon --- and bitch slapping.

[rinalin]

You're evil! Evil I tell you!

Jayne shook his head, scoffing, "That ain't it at all. That was just a bitchy little slap. You gotta put your weight behind it."

Simon looked grumpily at the dummy in front of him. "This whole thing is an exercise in futility."

"Huh?"

"It's stupid."

"Don't go sayin' that. Never know when you might gotta throw a punch at the Cap'n."

[taramonk]

Hah! Everytime I watch Serenity, I think Simon must have been working on his fighting skills.

Loved it loved it!

[loveflyfree]

kaylee. mal. birthday. :)

[rinalin]

Babies are a theme today.

Kaylee cradled the newborn to her chest, smiling bright enough to light up a room. She was every inch the proud mama, holding her son to her breast, and glowing with accomplishment.

"He's beautiful, ain't he, Mal?"

"Our own little angel."

[loveflyfree]

nawwwwww ♥