river_meimei: (drawing)
[personal profile] river_meimei
Wash is gone. Pretty much every member of the crew has chipped in to help with flying at some point; skill levels vary, of course, but it's not complicated to fly in a straight line through the black, or babysit the autopilot. Every night, Zoe silently takes Naomi and leaves for Milliways, to sleep there instead of in their bunk.

All the same, there's work needs doing. Or, maybe, everyone's got extra reasons to seek out work right now. Keep the hands busy and (maybe) the mind quiet.

Either way, it's been a while since River's guns were last cleaned. Which is why she and Mal are sitting at the kitchen table with rags and brushes and oil, guns in various states of disassembly spread before them both.

Date: 2006-09-25 05:58 am (UTC)
e_delmar: (pout)
From: [personal profile] e_delmar
Ennis shrugs, and swallows. Out comes the handkerchief, and he coughs into it a little.

"Weren't nothing worth holding on to anyway."

Date: 2006-09-25 06:08 am (UTC)
e_delmar: (well shit)
From: [personal profile] e_delmar
Ennis' foot makes contact with a table leg, just quick-like, and he looks apologetic when things get shaken up a bit.

Date: 2006-09-25 06:19 am (UTC)
e_delmar: (pout)
From: [personal profile] e_delmar
Her own words, back at her.



"I'm sorry."

Date: 2006-09-25 06:32 am (UTC)
e_delmar: (pout)
From: [personal profile] e_delmar
That gets a small smile, if an embarrassed one, and he leans forward on the table.






"Can't think I'd even be able t'shoot one of them now."


It's whispered, soft, with a sharp lace of anger.

Date: 2006-09-25 02:00 pm (UTC)
e_delmar: (perfect shot)
From: [personal profile] e_delmar
He looks up at her, head tilted to the side, she's right, but he's unsure.



Maybe she can be sure for him.



And then he looks like he wants to say something, ask something, but he doesn't, and instead he gives a labored chuckle and smiles, shaking his head at a memory.

Date: 2006-09-25 08:52 pm (UTC)
e_delmar: (off in the distance)
From: [personal profile] e_delmar
The smile on Ennis' face turns old, melancholy, and he closes his eyes like it'll help him remember better.




"Jack can't shoot for shit, never could. Nearly got us killed up on that mountain."


And maybe it's a little bit of an exaggeration, but isn't that half the fun in story telling?

Date: 2006-09-25 09:07 pm (UTC)
e_delmar: (oh crap)
From: [personal profile] e_delmar
"More like the river,"

he says, and it's not a snub, but an emell- embel-

an addition.

"Coyotes in the trees."

And for a brief moment, he flashes on that sheep, ripped open and bloo-


"Bear spooked the damn pack animals, lost most 'f our food."

Date: 2006-09-25 11:57 pm (UTC)
e_delmar: (jack - late in the evening)
From: [personal profile] e_delmar
His hands fiddle with an unseen lighter as he tells the story.

"Knocked the fuckin' hell out've my head, took me most've the rest of the day to pick up the food. Get back to camp, Jack's there waiting and there ain't nothin' but fuckin' beans to eat. Jack says he's gonna shoot us somethin' to eat.

There's something not unlike a smirk on his face.

"We'd'a starved to death."

Date: 2006-09-26 12:25 am (UTC)
e_delmar: (peaceful smile)
From: [personal profile] e_delmar
"He tried, though."

He sure's hell tried.


Ennis is smiling, too, and it seems maybe like the mountains are a little bit closer, the air's a little bit crisper.

Date: 2006-09-26 01:42 am (UTC)
e_delmar: (bored now)
From: [personal profile] e_delmar
He don't know what she means by it, but the trees're there, too, he can smell 'em, just about.





"S'it, really."

Date: 2006-09-26 02:00 am (UTC)
e_delmar: (pout)
From: [personal profile] e_delmar
So's long as it ain't Ennis, he don't care. It was a long time ago, that, and Ennis remembers it like it was just yesterday, the smile as Jack shoved him and their dinner fell.


Maybe it'll be like that again, some day.

Maybe they missed out on it altogether.

Date: 2006-09-26 02:20 am (UTC)
e_delmar: (pout)
From: [personal profile] e_delmar
"You don't want him to cook."

Ennis looks very serious.

"Worse'n I am, maybe."


Can't cook, can't shoot, what good is he?

Ennis slides down in the seat a little, one hand going to cuff his arm.


"It'll be good."


He says, like they've agreed to something.

Date: 2006-09-27 12:21 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (exsqueeze me?)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Mal comes back suddenly -- even if River probably already knew he was there -- with a smile.

And? A small foil container from which a recognizable smell - again, to River - is emanating.

"You get the plates."

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