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Title: Safe: 呼吸 (Breathe)
Rating: Um, PG?
Summary: (Firefly) Spoilers for 'Safe', Jiangyin through River's eyes
She touches the post holer. Posts have so many uses. They keep buildings up. And tents. You can hang things from them. Tie things to them and burn them up.
Simon pulls her away, worrying about tetanus and blood poisoning. She walks around him while Kaylee flutters and shines like the sun at him.
She's only half listening to them when she first hears it. Simon's hurting Kaylee's feelings, he'll be choking on both his feet soon and doesn't even know it. Boob.
She only catches a wisp of it. Like scanning through frequencies. Vaguely aware of Simon backpedaling and Kaylee fuming, she follows it.
It already has her hypnotized, winding around her like a snake seeking warmth, sentient vines. She's lost the others completely, the crowds she's walking through are just static, she's found the beat and it's drawing her in, a siren call to her lost self.
Sirens are dangerous. Lure you in only to be smashed to death on the rocks. But there are no rocks here, just a green field, and Sirens are a myth, old as Earth-that-was.
She knows this.
Music.
She knows this.
People moving in time to it. It's faint, far away, but that doesn't matter because it's in her blood, her bones, her fragmented mind and soul.
She's up with them now, elevated, closer to the Gods, spinning around the platform, a tree, life, center stage.
Recognition grows stronger as she listens and watches their feet. Easily decipherable patterns, thrumming through her 'till it's the only thing she knows.
She merges into the group seamlessly, smiling. Dancing.
Nothing else exists. This is life and happiness, this is sunlight.
She's breathing. She's alive. People are clapping.
Simon is smiling. **I've missed you meimei.**
She spins faster and faster. The musicians are challenging her. She rises to it again and again. Until the universe explodes.
The preacher's on the ground. Gasping in the dirt, blood spilling out of his shoulder. Her chest tightens. It's bad; she's seen men die of these...
There's something wrong with that, but there's no time to figure it out because Simon shouts in her ear as something's pulled over his face.
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AN: I have more of this, (I want to write the whole episode), but it's having serious flow problems.
14 Valentines: Women in the Arts
Title: Safe: 呼吸 (Breathe)
Rating: Um, PG?
Summary: (Firefly) Spoilers for 'Safe', Jiangyin through River's eyes
She touches the post holer. Posts have so many uses. They keep buildings up. And tents. You can hang things from them. Tie things to them and burn them up.
Simon pulls her away, worrying about tetanus and blood poisoning. She walks around him while Kaylee flutters and shines like the sun at him.
She's only half listening to them when she first hears it. Simon's hurting Kaylee's feelings, he'll be choking on both his feet soon and doesn't even know it. Boob.
She only catches a wisp of it. Like scanning through frequencies. Vaguely aware of Simon backpedaling and Kaylee fuming, she follows it.
It already has her hypnotized, winding around her like a snake seeking warmth, sentient vines. She's lost the others completely, the crowds she's walking through are just static, she's found the beat and it's drawing her in, a siren call to her lost self.
Sirens are dangerous. Lure you in only to be smashed to death on the rocks. But there are no rocks here, just a green field, and Sirens are a myth, old as Earth-that-was.
She knows this.
Music.
She knows this.
People moving in time to it. It's faint, far away, but that doesn't matter because it's in her blood, her bones, her fragmented mind and soul.
She's up with them now, elevated, closer to the Gods, spinning around the platform, a tree, life, center stage.
Recognition grows stronger as she listens and watches their feet. Easily decipherable patterns, thrumming through her 'till it's the only thing she knows.
She merges into the group seamlessly, smiling. Dancing.
Nothing else exists. This is life and happiness, this is sunlight.
She's breathing. She's alive. People are clapping.
Simon is smiling. **I've missed you meimei.**
She spins faster and faster. The musicians are challenging her. She rises to it again and again. Until the universe explodes.
The preacher's on the ground. Gasping in the dirt, blood spilling out of his shoulder. Her chest tightens. It's bad; she's seen men die of these...
There's something wrong with that, but there's no time to figure it out because Simon shouts in her ear as something's pulled over his face.
* * *
AN: I have more of this, (I want to write the whole episode), but it's having serious flow problems.
14 Valentines: Women in the Arts
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Date: 2007-02-03 03:06 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-02-03 04:06 am (UTC)Minor quibble, it's post holer with 1 "L" rather than post holler with 2 "L"s.
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Date: 2007-03-11 08:34 am (UTC)