Meimei
I'm posting.
A fic-like-thing. //shock//
Oh dear gods, it's begun.
Title: Meimei [or untitled drabble-y series thing]
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: none right now
Summary: Enter River. (yeah, good summaries don't exist in my world...)
Warning: I plan on exploring the concept of relationships in extreme circumstances. Especially the Tams.
"Let's see what a man like you would kill for."
He tenses and straightens, no longer fighting the arms holding him back. Closes his eyes briefly and hears the clatter and thud of heavy metal crashing to the floor.
Silence. Eyes open to see the captain casting a deadpan look between the contents of case and himself.
"Huh."
--
That /look/. Simon tries to wrestle away, is fixated on the now-open container. <Must get to her, protect her -->
"I need to check her vitals," he states, the calm tone belying his panic.
The captain scoffs. "Is that what they call it?"
<Don't panic, you can still get to her> "She's not supposed to wake up for another week! The shock could --"
"The shock of what? Waking up? Finding out she's been sold to some borderworld baron? Or, I'm sorry," the man's voice sharpens, "Was this the one for you? Is it true love? 'Cause you seem --"
Screaming.
--
Shock. Everyone is frozen for a moment. She scrambles out of the box, back, back until she hits a wall.
<meimei>
Her whimpers incite him into movement. The hold on him is lax now, and he approaches cautiously. <Don't frighten her, be careful> He reaches out. "River..."
She screams again at the touch; he persists, oblivious to the stares at his back. Cups her chin gently, holds her eyes. "River. It's okay. It's okay. I'm here." She slowly calms, still panting. He feels tears welling in his eyes <oh meimei what have they done to you> as he concentrates on darting eyes until they land on him. "River..." <please...>
Recognition. "...Simon...?"
--
A fic-like-thing. //shock//
Oh dear gods, it's begun.
Title: Meimei [or untitled drabble-y series thing]
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: none right now
Summary: Enter River. (yeah, good summaries don't exist in my world...)
Warning: I plan on exploring the concept of relationships in extreme circumstances. Especially the Tams.
"Let's see what a man like you would kill for."
He tenses and straightens, no longer fighting the arms holding him back. Closes his eyes briefly and hears the clatter and thud of heavy metal crashing to the floor.
Silence. Eyes open to see the captain casting a deadpan look between the contents of case and himself.
"Huh."
--
That /look/. Simon tries to wrestle away, is fixated on the now-open container. <Must get to her, protect her -->
"I need to check her vitals," he states, the calm tone belying his panic.
The captain scoffs. "Is that what they call it?"
<Don't panic, you can still get to her> "She's not supposed to wake up for another week! The shock could --"
"The shock of what? Waking up? Finding out she's been sold to some borderworld baron? Or, I'm sorry," the man's voice sharpens, "Was this the one for you? Is it true love? 'Cause you seem --"
Screaming.
--
Shock. Everyone is frozen for a moment. She scrambles out of the box, back, back until she hits a wall.
<meimei>
Her whimpers incite him into movement. The hold on him is lax now, and he approaches cautiously. <Don't frighten her, be careful> He reaches out. "River..."
She screams again at the touch; he persists, oblivious to the stares at his back. Cups her chin gently, holds her eyes. "River. It's okay. It's okay. I'm here." She slowly calms, still panting. He feels tears welling in his eyes <oh meimei what have they done to you> as he concentrates on darting eyes until they land on him. "River..." <please...>
Recognition. "...Simon...?"
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