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dear_mun2013-08-18 06:18 am
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on recently getting back into firefly; looking at all the games
You shouldn't stir up old ghosts. They don't like to be disturbed, and they're noisy. Crowding up the room with their chatter. It's loud in here.
( but she glances pensively off to the side, oddly tranquil -- for now. )
Is it time to wake up? No days in the black. I won't know.
( but she glances pensively off to the side, oddly tranquil -- for now. )
Is it time to wake up? No days in the black. I won't know.
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He misses her.
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( a pause. )
Jayne thinks you're pompous.
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[He smiles and rests his head against her.]
Antiquated though it may be, the place does at least provide for us materially. We're never hungry or in want of clothing. In return, something does get taken from us, though.
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( the serenity cared for them too. but there's an old saying, right? home is where the heart is. so her home is wherever simon is.
she wouldn't be afraid. )
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... The last time she was here, I was her price. She didn't remember me.
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They meddle. With our brains.
( like the academy. she's tired of being meddled with. )
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That seems to happen everywhere we go, doesn't it? ... It was hard. I tried to take care of her the best I could, but... she couldn't be who I remembered her as. She had other friends, though. Another brother, named Peter. And a sister named Katniss.
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( she doesn't want another brother. and she doesn't want to forget, either. her reality is already fragile enough without poking holes into it. without the constants, the equation won't be contained. )
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[He's quiet for a short pause.]
I hated it. Being a stranger to you.
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Ghosts are loud, but they can also be banished. They fear the black more than we do.
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she is too open. she can smell the death in him, can taste the echoes of fear. the fact that he's not human is more of a curiosity to her than anything else. she wants to poke him, wants to peer at his skin and wonder why it's so green, but that's rude. )
Do you fear the black?
( you're a ghost, thane krios. )
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Perhaps he does speak from experience.
He's looked out on it. Counting stars has become habit. They're in his mind, but they never stay in the same place, and the endless churn of the universe around him is a pattern he will never memorize.]
I've been lost in it, yes. But I always find my way back to colour. As will you.
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river tilts her head. she gives thane half a smile. )
Stars and moons. Green, like trees after terraforming. Your universe is different.