[River and Prior Fell on Serenity]

[river_meimei]

River's standing on one of the high catwalks, hands curled loosely around the railing. She leans back as if against a summer breeze, dreamily watching the air of the cargo bay.

When a blond figure emerges from a corridor far below, River's eyes slide slowly down to focus on him.

After a moment, she smiles, just a little.

Comments

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

"I know, I know."

Faintly hopeless.

"I'm supposed to save everyone. And really, I'm quite willing to do my best to convert him, provided I can fob him off elsewhere when it comes to confession."

[river_meimei]

Ew, says River's face.

She likes Jayne a lot better these days. But no one likes the idea of hearing what he's thinking.

"He can talk to Vera. Special dispensation."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

"...Gosh. You are a genius. Although I imagine there'd have to be some sort of ceremony - I'm not sure I'm altogether fond of the idea of ordaining a piece of weaponry."

[river_meimei]

River looks proud.

"Maybe it's parrots. Psittacida Amazona indulgens."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

"Yes, dear."

Aziraphael's laughing now, his wings furling in close to his back and disappearing.

[river_meimei]

River, who was making a serious (if incomprehensible) suggestion, is a little confused by his laughter.

But she giggles too, because it's contagious.