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toxic_cornSeries: Mist
Title: Part One
Author: toxic_corn
Pairing: River/Jayne
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Everything is Joss's. Not mine.
Summary: River has this dream...
Notes: Funnily enough, based on a dream I had recently. My subconscious wants Rayne, I guess, so I'm back after not really a break at all.
Part One
When River dreams, it’s in vibrant color. Cold blue, violent red, orange pain. It’s often upsetting, always confusing, nightmares manufactured by the Academy and slid into her brain neatly between knowledge of deadly martial arts and quantum physics. She knows when the dreams will come. Those are the nights that Simon nearly loses his patience with her, trying to get her to go to sleep so he can have a few hours of peace. She knows when the dreams will come; nothing is ever a surprise.
So River was understandably perplexed by this latest dream. It’s very simple. She stands in the middle of a white mist and can’t see more than a few inches in front of her. Instead of feeling cold in this mist, she feels warm. Comfortable. And safe. Safe isn’t something she feels often, so in this dream world she hugs herself and relishes the feeling.
Something’s ahead in this mist but she doesn’t get the sense that it’s malevolent. Quite the opposite. Whatever it is wants to get to her and she to it but the mist is too strong. She longs for that entity just beyond but no matter how far she walks, hands outstretched, she can never reach it.
For some reason, this doesn’t frustrate her. It’s almost expected. It isn’t time, yet.
~*~
“River?”
Instantly awake, her eyes opened and she blinked owlishly at the light pouring in from the opened doorway.
Simon. “River, the others are ready to go; I’ve let you sleep too long. They’re waiting for you.”
River sat up and stared thoughtfully at the foot of the bed. “I’ll have to get dressed,” she mused.
“What you have on is fine,” Simon said, sounding nervous. He always sounded that way before she went out on a job. “Put your boots on before you go.”
She got out of bed obediently enough but ignored the boots Simon held out to her. Girls her age were supposed to rebel. Since she couldn’t stay out late at parties, this was her small attempt at rebellion. Judging by the look on Simon’s face, it was having its desired effect and she grinned on her way out to the cargo bay.
“There ya are,” the captain called from the mule once she’d arrived. Zoe and Jayne were settling in, loading their weapons and holstering them. “Climb aboard and let’s get this thing done.”
Simon gave her a hand up into the mule next to Jayne, though she really didn’t need it. “Be careful, River,” Simon said. “Stay close to the captain and do as he says.”
River stared hard at her brother. “Worrying gives you wrinkles.”
The mule came to life and out they went through Serenity’s open door and into the darkness of very early morning.
~*~
“Hell, we gotta walk into town, now?” Jayne complained loudly. “Why for?”
“Folks in town don’t have any kind of transport, Jayne,” Zoe said with strained patience. “We come in on this, no one’s gonna talk to us.”
“Not lookin’ ta make friends anyhow,” Jayne snapped.
“No, contacts,” Mal said, cheerfully. “So shut up or you can walk back to the ship, too.”
Wisely, Jayne was silent. He didn’t even grumble as they walked toward the town, though River could still hear it in her head as she stared at his back. It was amusing at first but she grew weary of his mental tirade by the third loop.
“Sir!” Zoe called tersely from up ahead. Her tone caught River’s attention and she looked to where the first mate was pointing.
They had been walking uphill and pouring down on them was a thick fog that reminded River of the foam that the waves made slamming into the seashore. She and Simon used to play in the ocean on the hottest days during their childhood and this familiar sight made her smile.
“Just what we need,” the captain groaned. “Everyone stay together!”
The fog rolled over them and everything around River was blotted out with white. Jayne seemed to disappear before her eyes and she was surprised by how distressed this made her feel.
She looked around her, breathing hard and fast through her mouth. This was so like her dream and yet so dissimilar. The warmth and well-being were absent as she shivered, goose bumps pebbling her skin. Perhaps she should’ve rebelled against Simon by taking an extra minute to put on a sweater; her sleeveless dress didn’t do much to protect her from the elements.
Rubbing at her arms, she listened to the others but they were starting to sound further and further away. I’m right here! she wanted to shout but she was afraid that the wall of the fog would bounce the sound back at her, mocking her with her own voice.
“I’m right here,” she whispered. “I’m right here, I’m right here, I’m right-”
A hand shot out of the fog and clamped around her elbow, making her shriek in surprise.
“Oh, it’s you.” Jayne stepped into view, looking as disappointed as he’d sounded. “The others done wandered off. We’re gonna go on ahead into town. You know the way, right?”
She thought about it a moment and nodded.
“Then lead the way,” Jayne said shortly, obviously not liking her being somewhat in charge. “We’ll meet up with Zoe ‘n Mal once we get there. They’ll stumble their way in prob’ly long after us."
With a sharp bark of laughter, Jayne kept his grip on River as she led the way toward town feeling a bit warmer.
: Part Two
Title: Part One
Author: toxic_corn
Pairing: River/Jayne
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Everything is Joss's. Not mine.
Summary: River has this dream...
Notes: Funnily enough, based on a dream I had recently. My subconscious wants Rayne, I guess, so I'm back after not really a break at all.
Part One
When River dreams, it’s in vibrant color. Cold blue, violent red, orange pain. It’s often upsetting, always confusing, nightmares manufactured by the Academy and slid into her brain neatly between knowledge of deadly martial arts and quantum physics. She knows when the dreams will come. Those are the nights that Simon nearly loses his patience with her, trying to get her to go to sleep so he can have a few hours of peace. She knows when the dreams will come; nothing is ever a surprise.
So River was understandably perplexed by this latest dream. It’s very simple. She stands in the middle of a white mist and can’t see more than a few inches in front of her. Instead of feeling cold in this mist, she feels warm. Comfortable. And safe. Safe isn’t something she feels often, so in this dream world she hugs herself and relishes the feeling.
Something’s ahead in this mist but she doesn’t get the sense that it’s malevolent. Quite the opposite. Whatever it is wants to get to her and she to it but the mist is too strong. She longs for that entity just beyond but no matter how far she walks, hands outstretched, she can never reach it.
For some reason, this doesn’t frustrate her. It’s almost expected. It isn’t time, yet.
“River?”
Instantly awake, her eyes opened and she blinked owlishly at the light pouring in from the opened doorway.
Simon. “River, the others are ready to go; I’ve let you sleep too long. They’re waiting for you.”
River sat up and stared thoughtfully at the foot of the bed. “I’ll have to get dressed,” she mused.
“What you have on is fine,” Simon said, sounding nervous. He always sounded that way before she went out on a job. “Put your boots on before you go.”
She got out of bed obediently enough but ignored the boots Simon held out to her. Girls her age were supposed to rebel. Since she couldn’t stay out late at parties, this was her small attempt at rebellion. Judging by the look on Simon’s face, it was having its desired effect and she grinned on her way out to the cargo bay.
“There ya are,” the captain called from the mule once she’d arrived. Zoe and Jayne were settling in, loading their weapons and holstering them. “Climb aboard and let’s get this thing done.”
Simon gave her a hand up into the mule next to Jayne, though she really didn’t need it. “Be careful, River,” Simon said. “Stay close to the captain and do as he says.”
River stared hard at her brother. “Worrying gives you wrinkles.”
The mule came to life and out they went through Serenity’s open door and into the darkness of very early morning.
“Hell, we gotta walk into town, now?” Jayne complained loudly. “Why for?”
“Folks in town don’t have any kind of transport, Jayne,” Zoe said with strained patience. “We come in on this, no one’s gonna talk to us.”
“Not lookin’ ta make friends anyhow,” Jayne snapped.
“No, contacts,” Mal said, cheerfully. “So shut up or you can walk back to the ship, too.”
Wisely, Jayne was silent. He didn’t even grumble as they walked toward the town, though River could still hear it in her head as she stared at his back. It was amusing at first but she grew weary of his mental tirade by the third loop.
“Sir!” Zoe called tersely from up ahead. Her tone caught River’s attention and she looked to where the first mate was pointing.
They had been walking uphill and pouring down on them was a thick fog that reminded River of the foam that the waves made slamming into the seashore. She and Simon used to play in the ocean on the hottest days during their childhood and this familiar sight made her smile.
“Just what we need,” the captain groaned. “Everyone stay together!”
The fog rolled over them and everything around River was blotted out with white. Jayne seemed to disappear before her eyes and she was surprised by how distressed this made her feel.
She looked around her, breathing hard and fast through her mouth. This was so like her dream and yet so dissimilar. The warmth and well-being were absent as she shivered, goose bumps pebbling her skin. Perhaps she should’ve rebelled against Simon by taking an extra minute to put on a sweater; her sleeveless dress didn’t do much to protect her from the elements.
Rubbing at her arms, she listened to the others but they were starting to sound further and further away. I’m right here! she wanted to shout but she was afraid that the wall of the fog would bounce the sound back at her, mocking her with her own voice.
“I’m right here,” she whispered. “I’m right here, I’m right here, I’m right-”
A hand shot out of the fog and clamped around her elbow, making her shriek in surprise.
“Oh, it’s you.” Jayne stepped into view, looking as disappointed as he’d sounded. “The others done wandered off. We’re gonna go on ahead into town. You know the way, right?”
She thought about it a moment and nodded.
“Then lead the way,” Jayne said shortly, obviously not liking her being somewhat in charge. “We’ll meet up with Zoe ‘n Mal once we get there. They’ll stumble their way in prob’ly long after us."
With a sharp bark of laughter, Jayne kept his grip on River as she led the way toward town feeling a bit warmer.
: Part Two
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Date: 2007-08-20 09:21 pm (UTC)\0\ /0/ \0\ /0/ \0\ /0/ \0\ /0/ \0\
Now, onto business. I think it's a lovely start. How her reality reflects her 'safe' dream, yet not exactly because it's not warm. But unlike her dream, the reality goes somewhere. POOF! There's a hand! And attached to the hand, Jayne! Yay! Looking forward to seeing where this goes.
\:D/ Hehe, little happy man has sideways face.
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Date: 2007-08-20 09:29 pm (UTC)Yeah, me too. XD Well, I have a vague idea and a skimpy outline but at this point anything could happen.
Poor little man. I love him anyway, even with his sideways face. *tickles his massive chin*
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Date: 2007-08-20 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-08-20 10:33 pm (UTC)*mimics House's pose*
I second the literary analyses
And did you happen to see something with a shout-out to you at Miles More Worthy recently? *is cryptic and vague*
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Date: 2007-08-20 11:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-20 10:48 pm (UTC)The reality mimics dream structure is nice. Almost prophetic in nature, but not quite. When I have deja vu I can normally trace it back to a long forgotten dream.
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Date: 2007-08-21 12:47 am (UTC)Excellent, can't wait for more!
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Date: 2007-08-21 03:05 am (UTC)Also, I love your icon. It made me squee and clap like a fool.
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