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Colours, Whispers and Tomorrows
Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Short little once off fic. River's perspective on the crew of Serenity


CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 1705    RATING: 9    SERIES: FIREFLY

This fic is the result of not being able to sleep one night, so it might not be very good. Please review, even if you hated it. Any feedback is welcome.

Disclaimer- As much as i wish, I'm not a part of firelfy. That privelege belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I'm just borrowing his genius for a while. ************************************************* Colours, Whispers and Tomorrows.

They hurt me. Everybody knows that for sure- the blue hands hurt me. But they didn’t change me. Just an enhancement. What nobody realises is that I already knew everything. Always have. Ever since I can remember, I could see the colours, hear the whispers, feel the tomorrows. But I suppressed it. Pushed it down to my core so all I got was echoes, shadows. What they call intuition. But then the hands came. Poked and probed and cut and stripped. I fought. I pushed it down hard, but it just came back up again. They gave me apple bits because they knew what wouldn’t stay down. Only Simon can keep them down. It hurts me to be around him. The colours are dark, his whispers are angry and I can’t see his tomorrows. But then he pokes, imitating the blue hands. He doesn’t hurt me though. Instead I hear words. The whispers quiet down and my ears start to work again. I get to see people normal, and not have to worry about tomorrows. The pokes make me myself again- walking, talking and feeling my own emotions. Until my blood takes over, and fluids break down. Going back, going away. I can’t push down anymore. The gates open and flood all of Serenity- leaving it behind. The colours return- brighter than before. Some blind me, like the mechanic and the pilot. Strawberries and peaches- the smell is intoxicating. Not all colours are bright though. The captain and the companion. His tree is nearly dead, but a new leaf grows whenever she is near. She is jasmine, the night flower. She blooms on the outside, But her roots secretly falter, and her flowers curl when no-one is around. The Shepherd is problematic, fallacious. Like a weed- pretty on the surface but never wha he seems. Similar to the watermelon mercenary, who is hard on the outside, but one smash reveals his fleshy inside. That only leaves the first mate, the autumn flower. Once a beautiful sweet apple blossom, she fades away, without ever becoming all she can be. And then there’s me. I am no flower, no tree and no fruit. I am simply the gardener. I see what it is they want, and I hear what they desperately want to say. But most importantly I feel what they will become. Colours, whispers and tomorrows. That’s all I am.

xoxox-fredikayllow-xoxox

COMMENTS

Tuesday, March 22, 2005 12:04 AM

FREDIKAYLLOW


Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top please comment. Even if you thought it was absolutely awful. I know it's really short, but like i said- eleven o'clock at night i wasn't really worrying about the length of my fic.
i'm on my knees- please comment!!!

no power in the verse
xoxox-fredikayllow-xoxox

Tuesday, March 22, 2005 12:37 AM

AMDOBELL


Fredikayllow, I just so loved this especially the assertion that River already knew everything. That fits in so perfectly with what we have seen of her background and what Simon confesses to the crew when the Captain finds out what is in that gorram crate. I would love it if you now did insights from the other end: the colours, whispers and tommorow's from each crew members' perspective. Very shiny, you have done a lovely job! "Xie xie ni", Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

Tuesday, March 22, 2005 10:25 AM

SOULOFSERENITY


I like this short bit inside River's head. She can see so much, and its nice to see that Simon is actually helping her.

More!

- Soul

Tuesday, March 22, 2005 12:12 PM

KAYSKY


For being tired, this is some pretty good stuff. And besides, sometimes I think my best stuff comes to me late at night. This little peice was great. I loved being inside River's mind and I liked how she saw herself as the garnder. Great analogies all the way through! Very well done, sleepy head!

Tuesday, March 22, 2005 1:30 PM

ANONYMOUS


Beautiful imagery. It makes a nice juxtaposition with the sci-fi aspects of the show to describe the characters in such organic terms. Great work.

Phaedra

Tuesday, March 22, 2005 4:23 PM

CAT85


Very good, I loved it -especially the title "Colours, Whispers and Tomorrow" I love the way you portray River as she depicts the crew. Keep up the good work

Thursday, March 24, 2005 2:29 AM

CYNNAMON


I, too, loved the gardening analogies. I especially loved the lines about Mal and Inara...you really captured them. Good work!

Friday, June 3, 2005 9:06 PM

NUTLUCK


Very cute and interasting take on River.

Monday, August 15, 2005 10:11 AM

BELLONA


wow

Saturday, August 27, 2005 5:40 AM

BELLONA


second time readin' this...it made my cold, hard heart melt when i read the bit about watermelon jayne...he's human after all *sighs happily*


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