Silence [open]

[almostluver.livejournal.com]

She'd been met by silence. Silence so loud that it hurt.

That's all there seemed to be.

It was eerie walking around Serenity and not running into Zöe or Wash, strange not seeing Simon in the infirmary, and it felt wrong not seeing Shepard Book studying his bible at the table. It was even strange not running into a leering Jayne.

Inara was finding that she missed them all. Missed the cheeriness that at most times could not only be found, but felt aboard Serenity.

That's part of the reason she found herself standing beside the ship, her hand resting lightly on the hull and staring up at it - her eyes wide and dark. Her fingers brush slowly against the cool metal and she shook her head. It wasn't right not having the whole crew there.

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[almostluver.livejournal.com]

"You're most welcome," she says with a nod. She thinks for a moment before answering. "No, I am not. Though I am from what is considered upper society in my world. We haven't had nobility in my world for quite some time."

[found-myway.livejournal.com]

"You reminded me of them. Court women. You're very poised."

He's babbling, to cover up his frustration and lack of sleep.

[almostluver.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, it's partly due to how I was raised," she explained vaguely with a small smile.

"Do you miss your home greatly?"

[found-myway.livejournal.com]

"It's my kingdom," he says, like that's supposed to explain everything. "I was supposed to . . . it was my job to lead it. Save it. From my father, I mean, not this, but . . ."

He sighs. "I never got the chance."

He's silent for a while before realizing he should probably reciprocate the question - "Do you . . . miss yours?"