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Title: Pictures
Characters: Inarra/Kaylee
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Rating: PG
Words: 200
I close my eyes and see in stuttering pictures. I always have. Hairbrush, hand, honey brown locks, curve of neck, Kaylee. So different from how the actual world goes by.
In the moment, sensation builds on smell and the world I see, and all of it fills me. In the moment, I can not separate out the smells of engine oil and rose soap that she found in that ridiculous little shop the last time we were on a semi-civilized world. In the moment, the silk of her hair through my fingers is one with the silk of the wooden brush handle, one with the silk of her skin. In the moment, the fabric of her blends into the fabric of my shuttle and she is part of it. Part of me.
Once she is gone, back to her love, her Serenity, I can only close my eyes. Can only see in stuttering pictures. Hairbrush, hand, honey brown locks, curve of neck, joy.
There are many kinds of love in this universe. I have seen them all. And when I am alone I close my eyes. My fingers can remember the moment, but I can only see in stuttering pictures.
Characters: Inarra/Kaylee
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Rating: PG
Words: 200
I close my eyes and see in stuttering pictures. I always have. Hairbrush, hand, honey brown locks, curve of neck, Kaylee. So different from how the actual world goes by.
In the moment, sensation builds on smell and the world I see, and all of it fills me. In the moment, I can not separate out the smells of engine oil and rose soap that she found in that ridiculous little shop the last time we were on a semi-civilized world. In the moment, the silk of her hair through my fingers is one with the silk of the wooden brush handle, one with the silk of her skin. In the moment, the fabric of her blends into the fabric of my shuttle and she is part of it. Part of me.
Once she is gone, back to her love, her Serenity, I can only close my eyes. Can only see in stuttering pictures. Hairbrush, hand, honey brown locks, curve of neck, joy.
There are many kinds of love in this universe. I have seen them all. And when I am alone I close my eyes. My fingers can remember the moment, but I can only see in stuttering pictures.
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