Fic: River/Mal giftfics (Firefly, River/Mal)

[vialethe]

Continuing my (very slow) posting of the things I wrote for fandom_stocking - here's the rest of the River/Mal pieces I did for it.

Title: Left Your Impression
Rating: PG
Words: 275

Comments

[hereswith]

the part of her that remains a girl wants to peek, wants to snatch the thoughts from his head before her fingers can untie the knots holding it all shut Loved the rushed tone of this, fits with how she feels. And he gives her a coat of her own and is aware of what she needs. *thumbs up*

his hands (so recently filled with old tales, old myths of the sea and sky and those caught between them) catch at her own, his fingers as warm and firm as his gaze That's really gorgeous. I liked the hummingbird comparison too, I have a thing for hummingbirds :-) And the final line is a perfect ending.

he always finds her, even when her mind doesn't call out to him, even when she stays quiet and hidden up in the walls, just to see if she can; he always knows Favourite bit right there! I also liked one of those times I ain't supposed to ask and the reason for it. *g* It's always fun when he worries about her though he should know better, as well, and the exchange about the name of the ship made me smile.

[vialethe]

Loved the rushed tone of this, fits with how she feels. Oh, I'm so glad to hear this - it's something I try to do with River a lot (probably too much) so it's nice to have it pointed out.

It's always fun when he worries about her though he should know better - Honestly, I think it just bothers Mal that River doesn't listen to him more than anything!

Thanks as always; I do love getting comments from you! :-)

(re: hummingbirds - I love them too, so pretty! Someone once described the tone of one of my pieces as 'hummingbird' and it remains the most memorable comment I've ever gotten, I think.)

[jedibuttercup]

Your prose and characterization are always so gorgeous, but the second of these really, really gripped me. First this bit:

> She looks down at him, this man who'd fought and struggled for her, who'd believed in her even when her words were hardly her own, who'd paid the price for it in blood and never regretted, never blamed her for a moment.

And then, this, I completely gasped:

> “Instead of the cross, the Albatross about my neck was hung,” she says (the words falling like a chant, a rite) and she feels the grasp of his hand on hers grow tight, watches something flare in his eyes; watches as the way he looks at her changes, the balance between them shifting, a damaged thing stretching its wings.

That line. Applied to them. ♥

[vialethe]

Isn't that line just perfect? Since River clearly gave him faith/hope/a purpose in Serenity and all...sigh. I just love these two so much.