TITLE: "DECISIONS AND EXPLANATIONS"
AUTHOR: Alison M. DOBELL
FANDOM: "FIREFLY"
PAIRING: Simon. River. Book. Zoe. Mal.
RATING: PG-13.
STATUS: SEQUEL to "UNDERSTANDING"
ARCHIVE: Yes. Just let me know where.
FEEDBACK: Welcomed.
EMAIL: AlisonMDobell@aol.com
WEBSITE: http://carlajane.50megs.com/Ali00.html
SUMMARY: "Everybody has an opinion."
The usual disclaimers apply. The characters and 'Firefly'
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"DECISIONS AND EXPLANATIONS"
"Firefly" story
Written by Alison M. DOBELL
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He was beautiful. Not in the vacuous depths of shallow mortality but in the shining essence of the soul. There was a resonance between them that was as automatic as breathing. An energy that shimmered in silent synchrony like the merging of souls. Souls that were meant to travel together. Attuned to him she could not help but see what others missed. Understated yet permeating their every interaction whether he knew it or not. It was enough that River knew. He sang to her in ways beyond description just as her every atom was heightened in awareness whenever he was near. Didn't have to see him, hear him or even smell him. The sense of him was imprinted right through her body and soul like the lettering on a stick of rock from Earth-that-was. On some subconscious level he knew. Sensed. Recognised her as a fate he could not avoid. Yet the conventions of his upbringing would not allow him accept that knowledge.
River watched him sleep. Made no move to reach out and touch, not wanting to disturb him but feeling her tides rise and fall to the beat of his heart. The breath in his body like an irresistable current controlling her inland sea. It was comforting, hypnotic and alluring all in one. Simon did not understand, believed only in what he could see and touch but for River the prejudices of others could not hold
I love that sentence!
Hope Wash is going to be less anxious about bringing up a baby in space soon. Poor chap would die of boredom planetside.
As for Mal - well, I think he's in for a rather nice time of it. Eventually. *g*
> "An' why are you in my bunk? I suddenly become irresistable?"
> Suddenly the painful weals across his back felt not so much like a perverted form of torment but the price paid for sins yet to come.
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