Author: Olivia Circe
Summary: Mal and Serenity. Drabble.
Spoilers: The show? Oh, probably nothing besides Serenity, but just to be on the safe side, you might want to know the show.
Rating: G
Distribution: Please don't take without asking. Linking is fine.
Feedback: sure
Disclaimer: All hail Joss. I'm just borrowing his people.
Serenity always listens.
Usually she's quiet, tranquil, absorbed. Unlike many women I've known she doesn't chatter. She's not shy, and she's never coy. Like me she's a little harsh, a little brutal. When she has something to say she comes out and says it, without a lot of thought of the consequences.
It's not often that she needs to speak, but when she does I know it's worth the hearing. She's smarter than I am, and wiser, and she thinks about the future while I live in the moment. But she'll take risks, too, try things she's never done and never would have thought of--simply for the thrill of the flight.
She has Kaylee's warm heart, Wash's madcap humor, Zoe's sharp edge. She has Jayne's ruthlessness and Inara's beauty. She has a little of River's madness, and a little of Simon's sensitivity--even if neither of them knows it. She has the faith of the Shepherd, though it's not religious. Like me she loves the Black--that timeless, endless space that's more powerful than the Shepherd's god.
She's freedom, but more than freedom, she's home. The kind of home I never had, even on Shadow. She's a place I've made and peopled for myself. She's my own island. I'm not a philosophical man, except upon certain occasions of weakness, and I'm a doer before I'm a thinker--but Serenity compels me to think. She reminds me that I can love, that I do love, that I am loved.
She knows me like no woman ever has or ever will. She keeps my heart safe in iron and steel, and she almost makes me believe in soul, though I'd never let the Shepherd hear me so say. When I wax poetical it's in Serenity's arms, and I sleep best when I can feel her with me.
With Serenity, I never really feel alone.
Summary: Mal and Serenity. Drabble.
Spoilers: The show? Oh, probably nothing besides Serenity, but just to be on the safe side, you might want to know the show.
Rating: G
Distribution: Please don't take without asking. Linking is fine.
Feedback: sure
Disclaimer: All hail Joss. I'm just borrowing his people.
Serenity always listens.
Usually she's quiet, tranquil, absorbed. Unlike many women I've known she doesn't chatter. She's not shy, and she's never coy. Like me she's a little harsh, a little brutal. When she has something to say she comes out and says it, without a lot of thought of the consequences.
It's not often that she needs to speak, but when she does I know it's worth the hearing. She's smarter than I am, and wiser, and she thinks about the future while I live in the moment. But she'll take risks, too, try things she's never done and never would have thought of--simply for the thrill of the flight.
She has Kaylee's warm heart, Wash's madcap humor, Zoe's sharp edge. She has Jayne's ruthlessness and Inara's beauty. She has a little of River's madness, and a little of Simon's sensitivity--even if neither of them knows it. She has the faith of the Shepherd, though it's not religious. Like me she loves the Black--that timeless, endless space that's more powerful than the Shepherd's god.
She's freedom, but more than freedom, she's home. The kind of home I never had, even on Shadow. She's a place I've made and peopled for myself. She's my own island. I'm not a philosophical man, except upon certain occasions of weakness, and I'm a doer before I'm a thinker--but Serenity compels me to think. She reminds me that I can love, that I do love, that I am loved.
She knows me like no woman ever has or ever will. She keeps my heart safe in iron and steel, and she almost makes me believe in soul, though I'd never let the Shepherd hear me so say. When I wax poetical it's in Serenity's arms, and I sleep best when I can feel her with me.
With Serenity, I never really feel alone.