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crack_van2009-07-14 10:43 pm
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The end of all things by Rinalin (R)
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee, Mal
Length: 1922
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rinalin
Why this must be read: Because the story is a dark, bleak and beautifully written look at what happens on Serenity after the BDM. Told from Kaylee's POV the story traces the gradual disintergration of the crew and the creeping dark that will eventually consume them. Although Mal doesn't actually appear in the fic, his all pervasive presence punctuates the story in an understated way. Every time I read this story I end up with a dry mouth and a feeling of despair. Read it and weep..
She could feel it now, icy breath on her neck, and she quickened her step through the galley, her red-rimmed eyes avoiding the center of the room and the three chairs dwarfed by a table built for nine. Reaching the open hatch, she stood on the precipice a moment, until the inky black caught up with her and she slid down the ladder to the last place that held light. Where the dark couldn’t follow.
The end of all things
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee, Mal
Length: 1922
Author on LJ:
rinalinWhy this must be read: Because the story is a dark, bleak and beautifully written look at what happens on Serenity after the BDM. Told from Kaylee's POV the story traces the gradual disintergration of the crew and the creeping dark that will eventually consume them. Although Mal doesn't actually appear in the fic, his all pervasive presence punctuates the story in an understated way. Every time I read this story I end up with a dry mouth and a feeling of despair. Read it and weep..
She could feel it now, icy breath on her neck, and she quickened her step through the galley, her red-rimmed eyes avoiding the center of the room and the three chairs dwarfed by a table built for nine. Reaching the open hatch, she stood on the precipice a moment, until the inky black caught up with her and she slid down the ladder to the last place that held light. Where the dark couldn’t follow.
The end of all things