Disclaimer: Not mine ….
Notes: Just a little Post- Trash drabble ..Jayne´s thoughts ( C´mon ..Yáll know he does think sometimes!)
Speaking in tongues
Outta the mouth of babes …..wasn´t that what they said?
Jayne stared at the ceiling of his bunk, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. The cabin was dark, as was the ship.
Truth …it was a peculiar thing, not something he claimed to have lots of experience with. It just wasn´t high on the top priority list of his occupation. Quite the contrary in fact….it was more of an obstacle.
Everybody lied …to themselves, to each other, what difference did it make?
But she didn´t ; Jayne wasn´t sure whether she simply lacked the capacity due to her bein´ crazy and all, or if she really was beyond deception.
At the core this was the thought that unsettled him most about River Tam, not the fact that she was crazy enough for a whole gorram´ booby hatch all by her lil´self, but of what one could see in her eyes from time to time. The fact that maybe, buried underneath that insanity was something else ….someone who saw more, knew more … than everybody else.
Your toes are in the sand….
Seen right through him, had she? Hadn´t made an ounce of sense when she said it then, but now ….now Simon knew and so did she …..just like Mal had known
It was the truth he feared most and the truth was what one could see in her eyes.
He´d caught a glimpse now and then ….He´d never admit it, but it scared him almost as much as those gorram´ Reavers.
The things she might see if she looked into his heart, his soul …..
Not that she was coherent in any way he'd ever understand, all those words running from her lips like water; she didn´t even seem to be in control of them herself most of the time. Sometimes she looked so horrified, so panicked, as though they were just tumbling out against her will.
And yet, there was truth in there somewhere…..
Also …I can kill you with my brain ……..
Outta the moth of babes …..