This is amazing. This is absolutely wonderful. It hurts to read. And it's such a novel approach, I think.
She knows the real name, knows what the books would call them and what Kaylee would call them, but she doesn't know what she should call them. They're the-switches-Wash-flipped-to-make-the-captain-happy, and it's just a little bit of extra speed, but it mostly does the trick.
Oh, yes. Perfect.
Zoe cries, curled around herself, around things of his that are losing the meaning he gave them, the back of one hand against her mouth to try and keep quiet and the palm of the other pressed against the place where she's empty with what he wouldn't give her. She cries like baby, baby, baby, like please, please, Wash, baby, please, and it vibrates through everything because Serenity cries with her.
I think this is where I started to cry.
"You don't love her right," River says, and sways forward onto her toes with the urge to take her back from him. "You love the freedom, you love the ship, you love the flying, but you don't love the flight. She got used to having one that did, she got used to caring more about getting there than were there was. She likes being in the sky; it's what she was made for. She likes the stars and the quiet and the space.
"Plus," she adds, as an after thought, "she liked the way he held her. He used to dance with her and she misses it. She's afraid she'll forget how."
Again, just lovely.
They're just plastic now and you're afraid of being it too and wishing that you were
I am so impressed with this. I look forward to reading more of your work.
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She knows the real name, knows what the books would call them and what Kaylee would call them, but she doesn't know what she should call them. They're the-switches-Wash-flipped-to-make-the-captain-happy, and it's just a little bit of extra speed, but it mostly does the trick.
Oh, yes. Perfect.
Zoe cries, curled around herself, around things of his that are losing the meaning he gave them, the back of one hand against her mouth to try and keep quiet and the palm of the other pressed against the place where she's empty with what he wouldn't give her. She cries like baby, baby, baby, like please, please, Wash, baby, please, and it vibrates through everything because Serenity cries with her.
I think this is where I started to cry.
"You don't love her right," River says, and sways forward onto her toes with the urge to take her back from him. "You love the freedom, you love the ship, you love the flying, but you don't love the flight. She got used to having one that did, she got used to caring more about getting there than were there was. She likes being in the sky; it's what she was made for. She likes the stars and the quiet and the space.
"Plus," she adds, as an after thought, "she liked the way he held her. He used to dance with her and she misses it. She's afraid she'll forget how."
Again, just lovely.
They're just plastic now and you're afraid of being it too and wishing that you were
I am so impressed with this. I look forward to reading more of your work.