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river_meimei) wrote2008-02-07 11:53 pm
river_meimei) wrote2008-02-07 11:53 pm
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When River returns from Milliways, she's looking thoughtful.
This can be hard to tell, of course; sometimes dust motes and deckplating make River look soberly thoughtful. But today she only runs a slow hand down the wall, watching the path her fingers trace as the doorway closes into an empty hallway behind her, and then moves away.
She has a destination in mind, it seems.
This can be hard to tell, of course; sometimes dust motes and deckplating make River look soberly thoughtful. But today she only runs a slow hand down the wall, watching the path her fingers trace as the doorway closes into an empty hallway behind her, and then moves away.
She has a destination in mind, it seems.
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He's looking right at her. "I can't let you go," he says, firm and certain.
He's looking silently down at the bowl, running the sponge over and over a spot that's been clean for a while now.
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"Gonna be okay," she whispers.
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He puts aside the sponge, and begins to rinse the bowl.
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River's hands spread slowly at her sides, and she looks down at them. In her face is no guilt, no apology, but a sober sadness.
Softly, she says, "I'll come back."
(This might be a lie.
She knows it.)
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"I'll speak to him, then," is all he says, and reaches to turn off the running water.
Silence falls with an impact like a dropped book hitting the floor.
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Just looks at Simon, and her face is sober and adult, and softer than it has been.
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Looks back at her, and all his fear for her howls like a storm wind just under the surface of his eyes.
Looks away, and steps past her to the door.