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big_damn_quests2006-06-16 12:56 pm
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Round 3, Challenge 1: River
Title: Star Dance
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Character: River Tam (with a guest appearance by Shepherd Book)
Rating: G
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
big_damn_quests Round 3, Challenge 1: If you knew that this was your last night alive, what would you do? Thanks to otherpervert - this round’s Simon - for her ideas on what he’d do. I’ve opted for a short fic instead of my usual “voice” pieces. It’s my first River and I hope this works.
Word Count: 342
River cocked her head and listened to the voices drifting from the common area. They were talking about last nights and fantasy. Simon would be angry with her for not sleeping but the words had drifted in so light and soothing, like butterflies on the breeze.
Simon’s voice caught her up and sent her swirling, dancing silently in the confines of the hall. He’d take her dancing, so he said, she’d like that. And she would, except if it was his last night all she would be able to see was his skull grinning through his face. She knew that as sure as she knew where her feet would land next.
Which were in space. She threw her head back and laughed, tiny stars born out of her joy. They zipped around her head in tinkling constellations, a counterpoint to her dance. The Black didn’t scare her the way it did Simon. He was absolutely primitive about it as if it were a beast that would swallow him.
“Only if you let it,” she whispered, “but I don’t. It’s me.”
“What’s you, child?”
River spun, and dropped into a low ballet bow at Shepherd Book’s feet, reality crashing the stars to the deck and her head crooked to her shoulders. “The last dance of the night.”
“I see,” he replied, holding out a hand to help her up. “It was lovely but I think it’s time for young ladies and dancers to sleep. I know it’s time for old Shepherds to do the same.”
“Sleep, repose, slumber. Good idea,” River nodded and wandered to her room, leaving the holy man confused yet pleased as he always was somehow. The day would come when he wasn't and his shadows would be almost as scary as hers. She blew him a kiss to ward off the demons, no matter how illogical those phantasms were.
She would walk in the Black her last day. The stars would sing and dance with her until she drifted close enough to be burnt away. That’s what she wanted.
Author:
rabid_xCharacter: River Tam (with a guest appearance by Shepherd Book)
Rating: G
A/N: For
big_damn_quests Round 3, Challenge 1: If you knew that this was your last night alive, what would you do? Thanks to otherpervert - this round’s Simon - for her ideas on what he’d do. I’ve opted for a short fic instead of my usual “voice” pieces. It’s my first River and I hope this works.Word Count: 342
River cocked her head and listened to the voices drifting from the common area. They were talking about last nights and fantasy. Simon would be angry with her for not sleeping but the words had drifted in so light and soothing, like butterflies on the breeze.
Simon’s voice caught her up and sent her swirling, dancing silently in the confines of the hall. He’d take her dancing, so he said, she’d like that. And she would, except if it was his last night all she would be able to see was his skull grinning through his face. She knew that as sure as she knew where her feet would land next.
Which were in space. She threw her head back and laughed, tiny stars born out of her joy. They zipped around her head in tinkling constellations, a counterpoint to her dance. The Black didn’t scare her the way it did Simon. He was absolutely primitive about it as if it were a beast that would swallow him.
“Only if you let it,” she whispered, “but I don’t. It’s me.”
“What’s you, child?”
River spun, and dropped into a low ballet bow at Shepherd Book’s feet, reality crashing the stars to the deck and her head crooked to her shoulders. “The last dance of the night.”
“I see,” he replied, holding out a hand to help her up. “It was lovely but I think it’s time for young ladies and dancers to sleep. I know it’s time for old Shepherds to do the same.”
“Sleep, repose, slumber. Good idea,” River nodded and wandered to her room, leaving the holy man confused yet pleased as he always was somehow. The day would come when he wasn't and his shadows would be almost as scary as hers. She blew him a kiss to ward off the demons, no matter how illogical those phantasms were.
She would walk in the Black her last day. The stars would sing and dance with her until she drifted close enough to be burnt away. That’s what she wanted.