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Title: The Price of Love
Author:
agent_omega Genre: Angst
Rating: K.
Pairings: Mal/Inara.
Location on Firefly Universe Timeline: Sometime after the events of the BDM.
Spoilers: “Serenity”; “Heart of Gold”.
Summary: A different kind of companion now, Inara offers a different kind of companionship.
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Length without header: 1 page(s) at 12-point Times New Roman font; 266 words; 1,407 characters including spaces.
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Notes: In this story, Mal and Inara have been married (Mal/Inara ‘shippers rejoice!) for a few years. The marriage proposal mentioned here exists as a partially-completed work, and I’m trying hard to get it finished ASAP.
The Price of Love
By Agent_Omega
“Never forget the journey which has led to your destination.”
- Unknown
He has traded the cross around his neck for one upon his shoulders, and she sees it eating him; like poison flames licking away at his soul.
Guilt for a crime he committed without knowing, a crime she has long since pardoned.
She tries to comfort him in the moments when it threatens to consume him; holding him in her arms and pressing soft kisses to his lips, telling him with gentle words that they were both fools in their previous life.
He accepts her reassurances, but she knows they bring him no solace; he is his own worst critic, and can never forget years ago when he drove her away in tears.
She feels it always, just beneath the surface; every touch is an apology for the anguish he once inflicted upon her heart.
She understands his reasons and does not push him; this is his burden, the only one he will not share with her.
It is his penance, and he bears it in silence; paying without objection the price he has placed on her love.
She wonders sometimes how he can demand so much of himself.
She forgave him for his sin the night he let go of his pride and admitted his love for her; the night he asked her to marry him.
She said yes, and has never regretted the decision; the scales of her life have finally found a balance between past and future.
Someday, she hopes, his own scales will find balance, and he will forgive himself.