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Whoring After Strange Gods, by inlovewithnight (PG-ish)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: none
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inlovewithnight
Author Website: Exaggeration and Blank Verse
Why this must be read:
Getting inside the head of Shepherd Book isn't the easiest task, considering the character's enigmatic hooks. Short, but beautiful in observations of each member of the crew going about their daily tasks, a unique take on Book's own intentions in the early days aboard Serenity, towards his fellow shipmates and God, and achingly sympathetic towards all, as it progresses.
Kaylee laughed and shimmered and danced about the ship, and he assumed they went to her for that, drawn to her light as mindlessly as moths. But slowly he noticed that often, when they were with her, they were not laughing, and that when they walked away, it was with a smile more quiet than bright.
He lurked in shadows, hid in corners, watched and listened and meditated on what he saw and heard, until one day it came clear.
She was kneeling before the engine, up to her elbows in grease and gears, coaxing a broken piece to life. She healed Serenity with her hands as surely as the doctor did, Book thought absently, watching from outside the door. And engine-work grew out of carpentry, didn't it, many years removed but still building and fixing through the labor of hands...
Mal knelt beside her, handing her tools when she asked for them, talking too softly for Book to hear. She would glance from the engine to her captain from time to time, and smile softly, and say something in reply. Once she placed her tools down and caught Mal's hand, squeezing it gently and pressing her forehead to his shoulder. Mal kissed her hair, and on his face Book saw the peace of the confessional.
Whoring After Strange Gods
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:
inlovewithnightAuthor Website: Exaggeration and Blank Verse
Why this must be read:
Getting inside the head of Shepherd Book isn't the easiest task, considering the character's enigmatic hooks. Short, but beautiful in observations of each member of the crew going about their daily tasks, a unique take on Book's own intentions in the early days aboard Serenity, towards his fellow shipmates and God, and achingly sympathetic towards all, as it progresses.
Kaylee laughed and shimmered and danced about the ship, and he assumed they went to her for that, drawn to her light as mindlessly as moths. But slowly he noticed that often, when they were with her, they were not laughing, and that when they walked away, it was with a smile more quiet than bright.
He lurked in shadows, hid in corners, watched and listened and meditated on what he saw and heard, until one day it came clear.
She was kneeling before the engine, up to her elbows in grease and gears, coaxing a broken piece to life. She healed Serenity with her hands as surely as the doctor did, Book thought absently, watching from outside the door. And engine-work grew out of carpentry, didn't it, many years removed but still building and fixing through the labor of hands...
Mal knelt beside her, handing her tools when she asked for them, talking too softly for Book to hear. She would glance from the engine to her captain from time to time, and smile softly, and say something in reply. Once she placed her tools down and caught Mal's hand, squeezing it gently and pressing her forehead to his shoulder. Mal kissed her hair, and on his face Book saw the peace of the confessional.
Whoring After Strange Gods