Disclaimer: usual thing - Serenity and River belong to Joss Whedon, not me
I've been thinking about doing a River-spective thing for a while and this just kind of came to me after watching a program on spiders. It's also the closest I've come so far to doing a drabble. R+R - Thanks!
She crouched in her room, trying to shut out the noise, the humming and strumming that would not leave her alone. She felt them all there in her mind, tiny threads feeding into her and at every movement and every thought they vibrated, plucked, like an orchestra of discordant strings. She could feel them all there, Serenity like a huge cocoon that kept them all inside, her strands weaving them together, but the nexus only residing in one.
A string twanged making River cry out as it pulled at her insides, pulling and pulling until she wanted to pull back. But who could say what would happen if she were to pull one miniscule thread? One miniscule movement might be stopped, one minute thought turned out of place…or the whole cocoon could unravel, until it was just a pile of silk floating through space…
…she pulled.