Disclaimer: Serenity and all related characters are, sadly, not mine, (goddamit!) they belong to the wondrous and fabulous Joss Whedon and related companies and corporations. Don’t you just hate capitalism.

Notes: post BDM, but no real spoilers. feedback is shinier than sunshine twins on uppers and v. much appreciated. also, no beta so sorry for mishaps in spelling etc. also, this is a one shot - i have NO plans to expand it!

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Rose petals and silvery silk. Thin lace and sparkling stones.

Not him.

Heavy velvet and bright carnations. Tough leather and delicate platinum.

Not him.

Soft linen and smooth lilies. Shining ribbons and silver clasps.

Ah, him.

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“Excuse me, kind sir, but could you perhaps direct me to the nearest tea shop? I am unfamiliar with the town, myself.”

Sir Edward Murryfield glanced down from the display of engine parts to look at the pretty young woman talking to him. She had long dark hair twirled into a delicate bun secured with a bright scarlet ribbon and a silvery clasp. He was often approached by women, he had to say, especially when he was wearing his red sash of Lordhood. He was good looking and well built, barely gracing his mid-thirties and showing all the signs of a prosperous and wealthy up-bringing. It singled him out from the crowd on planets like Persephone, where most of the populace consisted of the down-and-out, desperate or just plain threatening. The twelve bodyguards that nonchalantly followed him around had this look down to the t.

The woman beside him, however, had none of these characteristics, and seemed somewhat out of place. Her slim frame was hugged by a white linen knee length dress, her feet wore little white dancing shoes with red ribbon bows on them and she twirled a vibrant, rainbow coloured parasol in her pale hands. Her hazel eyes gazed upon his face and her small red mouth made a shy smile.

“Certainly, my lady, although I do beg to wonder, is it really wise for one of your obvious stature to be wande