fic: eight times river dreamed/spoke/rhymed in color and two times mal understood her [1/10]
Title: Eight Times River Dreamed/Spoke/Rhymed in Color and Two Times Mal Understood Her (1/10)
Author: wildalyss
Claim: 1: River & Mal
Prompts: #01: blue (theme02), #01: wake (gen09)
Rating: PG
Summary: River and Mal have a series of discussions while aboard Serenity.
Disclaimer: Firefly is property of Joss Whedon.
Author Notes: A Gen fic, about River and Mal ; Haven’t written Firefly in so long but here it goes. Feedback is helpful! Let me know what you guys think
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01. When the ships nice and quiet, Mal doesn’t sleep. He needs that rattling noise of something going wrong to let his weary soul sleep. He’s used to the gun shots and the air raids of war, not the quiet slumber of space. It’s been years but his sleeping habits don’t change from war to peace.
In the kitchen quarters he finds River. Quietly drawing on paper napkins with a bright blue marker.
“Waking the wicked, wicked soldiers.” She sings softly with no tune and no apparent reason.
Mal sits down across from her. “Shouldn’t you be in bed now?”
“Blue haunts, no answers, no reasons. Counting to two but never advancing.” She draws hands, only tracing her own once but not in crayon.
He stares at her drawing; the napkins aren’t big enough to hold her picture. He sits quiet while she continues to draw.
“That brother of yours knows you’re up?”
“Sleeps so still, like death, wakes only when her eyes shine upon him.” River likes to talk in riddles and Mal don’t mind it. Riddles leave that unsettling vibe in the pit of his stomach, the kind that will ease his soul back to sleep.
“Two by two, hands of blue.” And with that phrase (a phrase she’s slashed upon Jayne not a few days earlier) she leaves him in the quiet space. The light tapping of her feet lulls off. And once again Mal sits, waiting for trouble and for sleep.
The blue hands remain scattered across the table. No, Mal thinks, her nightmares won’t reach her here.
Author: wildalyss
Claim: 1: River & Mal
Prompts: #01: blue (theme02), #01: wake (gen09)
Rating: PG
Summary: River and Mal have a series of discussions while aboard Serenity.
Disclaimer: Firefly is property of Joss Whedon.
Author Notes: A Gen fic, about River and Mal ; Haven’t written Firefly in so long but here it goes. Feedback is helpful! Let me know what you guys think
one ; two ; three ; four ; five ; six ; seven ; eight ; nine ; ten
01. When the ships nice and quiet, Mal doesn’t sleep. He needs that rattling noise of something going wrong to let his weary soul sleep. He’s used to the gun shots and the air raids of war, not the quiet slumber of space. It’s been years but his sleeping habits don’t change from war to peace.
In the kitchen quarters he finds River. Quietly drawing on paper napkins with a bright blue marker.
“Waking the wicked, wicked soldiers.” She sings softly with no tune and no apparent reason.
Mal sits down across from her. “Shouldn’t you be in bed now?”
“Blue haunts, no answers, no reasons. Counting to two but never advancing.” She draws hands, only tracing her own once but not in crayon.
He stares at her drawing; the napkins aren’t big enough to hold her picture. He sits quiet while she continues to draw.
“That brother of yours knows you’re up?”
“Sleeps so still, like death, wakes only when her eyes shine upon him.” River likes to talk in riddles and Mal don’t mind it. Riddles leave that unsettling vibe in the pit of his stomach, the kind that will ease his soul back to sleep.
“Two by two, hands of blue.” And with that phrase (a phrase she’s slashed upon Jayne not a few days earlier) she leaves him in the quiet space. The light tapping of her feet lulls off. And once again Mal sits, waiting for trouble and for sleep.
The blue hands remain scattered across the table. No, Mal thinks, her nightmares won’t reach her here.