Copper for a Kiss Mini-Challenge, Prompt #8 Proof
Title: Tuesday Night
Author: Lauren, a.k.a. how_obscure
Disclaimer: I don’t own the rights to Firefly. Comments and joy are my only profit.
Rating: G
Length: Drabble x 1.6, 160 words
Author’s Notes: This is for the mini-challenge at rayne_shippers. My prompt was #8, proof. It’s a fluffy sort of fairytale, which I churned out very quickly because I was going away for the weekend and didn't realize they were due on the 27th. Then, I realized later that they could be posted as late as the 29th. I'm posting what I originally came up with anyway.
Tuesday, 9:32 PM: A seemingly ordinary time during an ordinary day of the week. For one girl on Serenity, it is everything.
River had always been confused about what she was after the Academy. Sometimes, she was a girl; sometimes, she was a ghost; and sometimes, sometimes, she was a weapon. She never knew exactly where she stood. She was a flowing river, a kite caught in a violent storm, a blade of grass-alternately dancing in the breeze and being stomped on by the boots of those surrounding her.
After the events of Miranda, River saw things more clearly. She began to bond with the others onboard and take on duties of her own, but she always came back to one, niggling thought. A girl or a weapon? Jayne always insisted she was a girl, but should she believe him? Until now, she really did not know. But on this night, on this Tuesday night, he gave her proof.
Author: Lauren, a.k.a. how_obscure
Disclaimer: I don’t own the rights to Firefly. Comments and joy are my only profit.
Rating: G
Length: Drabble x 1.6, 160 words
Author’s Notes: This is for the mini-challenge at rayne_shippers. My prompt was #8, proof. It’s a fluffy sort of fairytale, which I churned out very quickly because I was going away for the weekend and didn't realize they were due on the 27th. Then, I realized later that they could be posted as late as the 29th. I'm posting what I originally came up with anyway.
Tuesday, 9:32 PM: A seemingly ordinary time during an ordinary day of the week. For one girl on Serenity, it is everything.
River had always been confused about what she was after the Academy. Sometimes, she was a girl; sometimes, she was a ghost; and sometimes, sometimes, she was a weapon. She never knew exactly where she stood. She was a flowing river, a kite caught in a violent storm, a blade of grass-alternately dancing in the breeze and being stomped on by the boots of those surrounding her.
After the events of Miranda, River saw things more clearly. She began to bond with the others onboard and take on duties of her own, but she always came back to one, niggling thought. A girl or a weapon? Jayne always insisted she was a girl, but should she believe him? Until now, she really did not know. But on this night, on this Tuesday night, he gave her proof.