Post by Kris11 on Mar 20, 2012 12:16:40 GMT 10
Title: Five People Rosethorn Meets in the Afterlife 2: A Leaf on the Wind
Rating : G
Word Count: 503
Crossover: Emelan/Firefly
Summary (and any Warnings): Rosethorn meets five men before her boy comes to fetch her. Don't these freaks know she has more important things to do than deal with their issues?
Notes: I'm writing these and posting right away because I've been too busy (with The Sims, cough-cough-what?) to write until this last minute. AKA Please don't hate me for mistakes/bad writing.
"-I soar."
He looked around at the definitive lack of a cock-pit, or captain, or, hey, wife and wondered how he had managed to fall asleep in such an important moment. They would both be soldier-staring at him with such fierceness, he just knew it.
He pinched himself. "Ow!" He looked around. Because the creepifying buildings and all that were still there, he pinched himself again. "Okay! Ow! Stop it."
Rubbing his arm, Wash regarded the streets that extended into nowhere in each direction. "Well, hun dan... I think I died. Well, isn't that just great! Let's take the Reavers over to the Alliance, he says! Let's just cozy on up to the army of insatiable cannibals! And, get this, let's get in the middle of them and the masters of the universe! Well, Mal, I hope you're happy! Tzao-gao!"
"I tried it. Swearing doesn't help," a voice said from right behind him. Wash attempted a graceful and yet manly and threatening turn to face the voice, but ended up on his ass on the cobblestones, staring up at a red-haired woman in a robe.
She blinked at him, clearly impressed. "Well, that was impressive," she said, proving his point. He scrambled to his feet as she moved to walk past him, continuing down the road into the mist.
"Wait! Where are we? Is this some kind of alternate dimension? Is everyone going to be really, really small? Are animals going to start talking, because anything bigger than a mouse kind of freaks me out... and so do mice... wait a minute, are there mice, because-"
The woman stepped forward and slapped him soundly.
He took a deep breath. "Thank you?"
"I would have used smelling salts, but I didn't bring any with me," she said, her mouth twisting with an ironic smile.
"That would have been... slightly more pleasant," he replied, his cheek stinging.
Her smile was more devilish than ironic, now, and it was making Wash slightly nervous. "Not particularly."
"Oh-kay... So, all hysteria aside... We're dead, done for, passed on, headed to the -"
"Hysteria."
"Right."
"I know as much as you do," she said, brushing a tendril of hair from her forehead.
"But you're so calm about it."
"Everyone has their time. I died doing a good thing, helping a lot of people, keeping those I love safe. Now it is my time to rest from great deeds." She spoke slowly, her slurring more pronounced with longer sentences, but Wash hardly noticed, listening to her words. The strange woman looked at him closely. "You understand."
"Yea, I guess I do." She started walking away, again, and Wash himself felt drawn into the mist. Before he started walking, he called after her: "Do they come after us? Only... I left someone behind."
She didn't turn around. "I hope so," she said as she disappeared. "But not for a long time."
Wash looked around, half a dozen roads to choose from. "I'm a leaf on the wind," he said, and chose one to walk.
Rating : G
Word Count: 503
Crossover: Emelan/Firefly
Summary (and any Warnings): Rosethorn meets five men before her boy comes to fetch her. Don't these freaks know she has more important things to do than deal with their issues?
Notes: I'm writing these and posting right away because I've been too busy (with The Sims, cough-cough-what?) to write until this last minute. AKA Please don't hate me for mistakes/bad writing.
"-I soar."
He looked around at the definitive lack of a cock-pit, or captain, or, hey, wife and wondered how he had managed to fall asleep in such an important moment. They would both be soldier-staring at him with such fierceness, he just knew it.
He pinched himself. "Ow!" He looked around. Because the creepifying buildings and all that were still there, he pinched himself again. "Okay! Ow! Stop it."
Rubbing his arm, Wash regarded the streets that extended into nowhere in each direction. "Well, hun dan... I think I died. Well, isn't that just great! Let's take the Reavers over to the Alliance, he says! Let's just cozy on up to the army of insatiable cannibals! And, get this, let's get in the middle of them and the masters of the universe! Well, Mal, I hope you're happy! Tzao-gao!"
"I tried it. Swearing doesn't help," a voice said from right behind him. Wash attempted a graceful and yet manly and threatening turn to face the voice, but ended up on his ass on the cobblestones, staring up at a red-haired woman in a robe.
She blinked at him, clearly impressed. "Well, that was impressive," she said, proving his point. He scrambled to his feet as she moved to walk past him, continuing down the road into the mist.
"Wait! Where are we? Is this some kind of alternate dimension? Is everyone going to be really, really small? Are animals going to start talking, because anything bigger than a mouse kind of freaks me out... and so do mice... wait a minute, are there mice, because-"
The woman stepped forward and slapped him soundly.
He took a deep breath. "Thank you?"
"I would have used smelling salts, but I didn't bring any with me," she said, her mouth twisting with an ironic smile.
"That would have been... slightly more pleasant," he replied, his cheek stinging.
Her smile was more devilish than ironic, now, and it was making Wash slightly nervous. "Not particularly."
"Oh-kay... So, all hysteria aside... We're dead, done for, passed on, headed to the -"
"Hysteria."
"Right."
"I know as much as you do," she said, brushing a tendril of hair from her forehead.
"But you're so calm about it."
"Everyone has their time. I died doing a good thing, helping a lot of people, keeping those I love safe. Now it is my time to rest from great deeds." She spoke slowly, her slurring more pronounced with longer sentences, but Wash hardly noticed, listening to her words. The strange woman looked at him closely. "You understand."
"Yea, I guess I do." She started walking away, again, and Wash himself felt drawn into the mist. Before he started walking, he called after her: "Do they come after us? Only... I left someone behind."
She didn't turn around. "I hope so," she said as she disappeared. "But not for a long time."
Wash looked around, half a dozen roads to choose from. "I'm a leaf on the wind," he said, and chose one to walk.