Something To Think On
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Chapter Nineteen
He stood back, quiet, while Simon talked to her. Her father stood, just as quiet, in the doorway (River behind him, holding onto his arm and peering around him; it put him at ease, truth told: she must’ve felt there was something right about him).
Talked to her? Talked around her might’ve been something more accurate: the boy strode robotically about the infirmary, packing up items, probably most arbitrary, making more noise than what was necessary. She answered all his questions: told him about Blue Sun, how the company had approached her about experimental treatments just before her twenty-second birthday; told him about the facility she’d gone to and the doctor who’d treated her; told him (somewhat too clinically for his liking) about the procedures and the tests and the full day afterward she’d had to spend in bed, every time, because of the pain.
“But Simon.” Her tone changed: low, now, and soft. “Simon, it seems foolish to me. I don’t quite understand what you’re hoping to accomplish, what you think you actually can accomplish that would be worth –”
A loud clatter as the tray of tools he was holding connected with the metal flooring (thrown, not dropped). “Can’t you just –”
Sharply: “What, Simon?” He didn’t respond; hands on his hips, chin angled down (a flop of hair over his forehead), he was struggling to calm himself. “Can’t I what, Simon?”
“I know this must matter to you. I know you must not want to die. I know there must be something out there that matters to you enough for that to be true. But damn it, Inara, if it doesn’t sometimes seem like it’s all been trained out of you.”
The growl that came out of his chest wasn’t something he was in control of, but his wanting to
And his words to her before she falls asleep for what may be the last time, what he realizes she's asking, and then your last little scare... Nice.
And three years. So sad. Good, but so sad.
Three years. It seemed like a good amount of time. Long enough to live a little, short enough that it will go by much too fast. I dare say that nothing's set in stone, though.
This may be a good point to mention how much better this whole thing is for your input throughout. So in case I don't say it often enough, thanks for your always helpful advice. :-)
Love the Simon, Inara, and River connection you’ve created in your fic, it seems to flow seamlessly with what we’ve seen in canon and what Joss has dropped about these three in commentary.
But most importantly how strong you’ve made all these characters with their love for each other, and what they're willing to sacrifice for that love, in essence, for me, it’s what the show and movie are about:)
Looking forward to the epilogue…does Gabriel Tam die?
It's so sweet that you have Mal and Inara having the 'when did you first like me?' conversation - so normal, amidst the high drama.
And I liked the look-back at Inara and Simon dancing.
And still loving the way you convey the achey-bitter-sweet pairing that is Mal-Inara.
Aliasse has got a point about Simon. I didn't notice it, but he's become increasingly sympathetic since the reveal. Or, I don't know. It's complicated, because Simon was right so often when Mal was being Mal, and yet at the same time, he was just HARSH. And now, there's ways in which Simon is selfishly wanting to save Inara too, but here it's not harsh, just hurting.
The thing I was most worried about in this chapter was getting the Mal/Inara tone right. So whole the whole point of OTP's interactions are getting them to that big declarative moment and then the story's over, because it's difficult to write natural togetherness. So what I wanted here (what I said to Byte) was that I wanted to demonstrate that they actually did work together romantically and do that through normal conversation that doesn't seem either too trite or too anguished. So hopefully I captured that. Also I wanted to give some sense of Inara's POV, given that this is a Mal POV story.
Gabriel – I don't know about him. He's just kind of a shadow here. I'm not sure whether I'll give anything more on his death or leave it up to the imagination.
Hmm, clever!
My solution to this was ducking the declarative moment and then sequeing effortlessly into all the difficulties between them. But you've done both the declaration and the difficulties and the natural togetherness - beautifully!
I just want to add that my fanart Jayne was based on the Jayne we find in STTO. You must have picked up on that.
But I take exception to your first sentence – you're making fun of me, aren't you? I knew I shouldn't have told you about that Book/OC [lio] romance I was planning to write. You can just be so mean sometimes. I thought my plan for the disappearance of the rest of the crew was perfectly believable.
Hey. You should spend all your time touring Tohoku class cruisers making unreasonable demands. You say jump, they say "but...we're in the airlock..."
Ah, comedy.
Anyway one of the moments that hooked me on your series was Mal torturing himself with how unnecessary he was in Inara’s life—how badly he wanted to give, how he had nothing worth giving. Nice to see that tension resolved so…beautifully—seems to me that they both badly wanted to give, and were both emotionally unequipped for it (and for accepting it).
Also, I’ll add that when Simon was revealed as Inara’s brother, I was rather disappointed (I liked the jealousy and spite and insecurity)—but Simon in the end comes out as nearly the protagonist, and just as much a friendly rival to Mal.
The ending is great, too: romantic tension is resolved, but nothing else. Perfect little window you left open there.
Can scarcely believe that I’ve been following this series as long as I have, and now it’s winding down. It’s been amazing trip, in the sense that it has ruined my life and made me question my manhood, and also, made me happy. Thank you so much for your narrative.
Epilogue coming along nicely... should be out soon, once I figure out the right note to end on.
"You can't take the sky from me!"
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