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Mine Eyes Have Seen by hossgal (Adult)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: none; Mal and Zoe gen
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leadensky
Author Website: hossgal's LJ memories
Why this must be read:
This is a story about Mal and Zoe in the aftermath of the war. Brutal and desperate and sad and real. Powerful characterization--Mal's despair and Zoe's resolve and their all-pervading weariness ring true--and intense, vivid writing that puts you right on that line with them, which is a place nobody wants to be. Some of the images in this story have stuck with me since I read it, and I imagine they will for you, too.
a quote:
In any case, it made no never-mind what patches the prisoners wore. The Alliance had badgered them and insulted them and tagged them like lost beeves and then thrown them together - officers and enlisted, volunteers and regulars, mostly ground troops but with a passel of air cav and even a scattering of space crews. They shared the same open bays during the dimlight hours, ate from a common pot, stood in the same line, from can-see to can't-see, or what passed for such outside of a world's gravity.
The day before had been spent in the line – following a snaking trail from small hours and a scant breakfast, and dragging on, and on, until it ended eighteen hours later. So had the day before, and the day before that. The stops at the ID stations, at the interview station, the medics - all of those were a blink and a miss, between hours in line.
A shift forward would ripple down the line like the flutter of a banner, three steps at once, then four more. Then the line would stop and lean against the wall. If the pause was long enough, the prisoners would slide down in ones and twos and tens to sit on their duffels and the bare floor and, finally, stretch out in sleep on the deck.
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Mine Eyes Have Seen by hossgal
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If you enjoy the story, please let the author know!
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Pairing: none; Mal and Zoe gen
Author on LJ:
leadenskyAuthor Website: hossgal's LJ memories
Why this must be read:
This is a story about Mal and Zoe in the aftermath of the war. Brutal and desperate and sad and real. Powerful characterization--Mal's despair and Zoe's resolve and their all-pervading weariness ring true--and intense, vivid writing that puts you right on that line with them, which is a place nobody wants to be. Some of the images in this story have stuck with me since I read it, and I imagine they will for you, too.
a quote:
In any case, it made no never-mind what patches the prisoners wore. The Alliance had badgered them and insulted them and tagged them like lost beeves and then thrown them together - officers and enlisted, volunteers and regulars, mostly ground troops but with a passel of air cav and even a scattering of space crews. They shared the same open bays during the dimlight hours, ate from a common pot, stood in the same line, from can-see to can't-see, or what passed for such outside of a world's gravity.
The day before had been spent in the line – following a snaking trail from small hours and a scant breakfast, and dragging on, and on, until it ended eighteen hours later. So had the day before, and the day before that. The stops at the ID stations, at the interview station, the medics - all of those were a blink and a miss, between hours in line.
A shift forward would ripple down the line like the flutter of a banner, three steps at once, then four more. Then the line would stop and lean against the wall. If the pause was long enough, the prisoners would slide down in ones and twos and tens to sit on their duffels and the bare floor and, finally, stretch out in sleep on the deck.
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Mine Eyes Have Seen by hossgal
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If you enjoy the story, please let the author know!
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