Fic: Beauty of the Black (Mal/Inara)
Title: Beauty of the Black
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara
Prompt: #008 sky
Word Count: 287
Rating: PG
Summary: It really was beautiful out in the black.
Notes: Written for 12_stories. 13/12/13-13/1/14.
It really was beautiful out in the black. Beautiful as it was though, it was also big. Very big. Maybe even endless. And it was dangerous. A ship could head out into the black and never return. It could leave, never to be seen again by another living soul.
A ship could be hit by Reavers in the deep black of space and face horror unknown to anyone else. No one survives Reavers.
The black was as deadly as it was beautiful.
Kind of like Inara, when he thought about it. She drew him in with her feminine wiles, those big brown eyes, her beautiful but biting words and insults. She was everything he wanted and needed and yet she was also everything he hated and stood against.
Their worlds were never meant to touch, let alone collide in a fury of sparks and passion and desire. A relationship was the last thing that should develop - by all means, they should have destroyed one another by now, opposing forces as they were. They should cancel each other out and leave nothing behind but rubble and debris.
Truth is, they’ve left behind plenty. But, much of the aftermath of their coming together has tied them closer together, rather than exploding them both to pieces, along with the rest of the ‘verse around them.
They have miraculously avoided the chaos their meeting should have brought about. The apocalypse did not occur. Somehow, despite everything, despite fiery words and ice cold temperaments, they are okay.
Just as the black of night and the black of the universe can be dark and deceiving, their doomed-from-the-start liaison has revealed that maybe, just maybe, they can make it through and keep flying.
fin.
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara
Prompt: #008 sky
Word Count: 287
Rating: PG
Summary: It really was beautiful out in the black.
Notes: Written for 12_stories. 13/12/13-13/1/14.
It really was beautiful out in the black. Beautiful as it was though, it was also big. Very big. Maybe even endless. And it was dangerous. A ship could head out into the black and never return. It could leave, never to be seen again by another living soul.
A ship could be hit by Reavers in the deep black of space and face horror unknown to anyone else. No one survives Reavers.
The black was as deadly as it was beautiful.
Kind of like Inara, when he thought about it. She drew him in with her feminine wiles, those big brown eyes, her beautiful but biting words and insults. She was everything he wanted and needed and yet she was also everything he hated and stood against.
Their worlds were never meant to touch, let alone collide in a fury of sparks and passion and desire. A relationship was the last thing that should develop - by all means, they should have destroyed one another by now, opposing forces as they were. They should cancel each other out and leave nothing behind but rubble and debris.
Truth is, they’ve left behind plenty. But, much of the aftermath of their coming together has tied them closer together, rather than exploding them both to pieces, along with the rest of the ‘verse around them.
They have miraculously avoided the chaos their meeting should have brought about. The apocalypse did not occur. Somehow, despite everything, despite fiery words and ice cold temperaments, they are okay.
Just as the black of night and the black of the universe can be dark and deceiving, their doomed-from-the-start liaison has revealed that maybe, just maybe, they can make it through and keep flying.
fin.