Somedays
Wednesday, October 5, 2005
BEWARE! BDM SPOILERS!!! Doesn't anybody get this? Try to think of it like a prose poem a la Onegin or the Odyssey. Feel the rhythms,sound the words. Sorry for the confusion, but there's a thematic reason for it.
CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 2063 RATING: 8.0 (PG) SERIES: FIREFLY
SP-SPOILERS! SP-SPOILERS!! SP-SPOILERS AHOY!!!
BDM MOVIE SPOILERS AHEAD!!! THIS FIC TAKES PLACE AFTER THE EVENTS OF THE FILM! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE YET TO SEE “SERENITY”. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. GRR. AARGH. ;-)
Somedays by Lord Kinbote
(someday #137)
“That which is is a shell floating in an infinitude of that which is not.” -Sir Arthur Eddington, physicist, 1928
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She won’t stop leaving tokens for Zoe. She won’t stop purring. She won’t stop singing from the catwalks. Russian, I think. Whenever we land, she climbs atop Serenity, stretches her arms out wide and caterwauls to the far horizon.
Zoe still isn’t speaking.
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Jayne, if you can believe it, has been a godsend. He keeps River busy. They fight with long sticks. When she inevitably wins she squeals the unearthliest squeal of pure delight, like a museum-piece modem’s conception of the call of the wild, all static and tremulous squee. She is delighted so because victory has reaped her a reward. It has earned her the right to climb Jayne like a shady tree. She scampers straight up there, stands one foot on a shoulder and the other atop his thick skull, then he tries to shake her off, make her toes touch the ground, without using his hands or tools of any sort. If he tries to cheat, which he inevitably does, she punishes him. Hard. It really is an experience just to witness it. Sometimes they do a more clowning variety if there are children about. He can throw her up so high she does three complete somersaults before she lands on him. The kids go crazy, of course, but my heart skips a beat every single time.
Yesterday, after his huffing surrender, she slid her legs down around the sides of his head, plopped down on his shoulders, leaned over and kissed wetly him on the cheek. Then, in a blinking instant, she sprang back up to launch herself at the underside of a catwalk, jackknifed and was gone into Inara’s shuttle, leaving the thinnest whisper of a giggle hanging in the air.
“Dang,” was all he
Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me
It's a trick to get into the rhythm and feel of it, to switch from one focus to another, but once it clicks, it REALLY clicks and then it's magnificent.
The jail break and the idea of pickle-jar Inara... Zoe and the dog, Shepherd Jayne.... it's all gripping and moving, beautiful.
Most especially the jailbreak, really. That's just going from one perfectly coaxed emotion to the very extreme opposite in a heartbeat. Hilarity, sadness, triumph, bitter-sweetness...
It's hard to do the story justice in a review, so I'll just say tha you've written a poem of a story and I love it.
just wanted to thank eveyone again, especially agent rouka, for the kind words. they really are much appreciated. a friend of mine told me that he thought this would make joss cry. god, i hope so. but know it was all done from the deepest of loves, jw. really deep. really, really deep. ;-) LK
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