River Tam (
river_meimei) wrote2007-04-20 01:48 am
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[After talking to Faith.]
If she passed anyone in her sobbing, blind flight from the cargo bay to the passenger dorm, River doesn't know it. Probably doesn't care.
The door of her bunk is hanging half open.
River herself is huddled in one of the smallest smuggling niches inside the wall by the engine room, wrapped in her brown duster. She wasn't wearing it in Milliways, and it's only draped around her shoulders now, the long tails straggling around her. She's crying helplessly, bitterly, in choking gasps of sobs.
A trick of the cooling conduits that snake through this corner: it's cold.
If she passed anyone in her sobbing, blind flight from the cargo bay to the passenger dorm, River doesn't know it. Probably doesn't care.
The door of her bunk is hanging half open.
River herself is huddled in one of the smallest smuggling niches inside the wall by the engine room, wrapped in her brown duster. She wasn't wearing it in Milliways, and it's only draped around her shoulders now, the long tails straggling around her. She's crying helplessly, bitterly, in choking gasps of sobs.
A trick of the cooling conduits that snake through this corner: it's cold.
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She's silent, in part because she almost always is, in part because she can't help but be when she walks on air, as she makes her way to River's side and then crouches next to the girl.
And then she doesn't say anything for a minute, doesn't move, before saying, softly, "Are you going to be okay if I hold you, sweetheart?"
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