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Entry tags:
Star Wars / Firefly (G)
Title: Dancing in Illusion by Vanzetti
Pairing: Gen; Yoda, River Tam
Length: 1,331
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: Wrestling with Proteus
Why this must be read:
I love River's lyrical view of the world, and this author was able to capture that important facet of her character in her musings on reality and the universe. Having Yoda train River is really an inspired idea, their interactions together left me just wanting more.
There is no here and no there, and she is everywhere. She cannot yet take Serenity with her while she slips into the emptiness; her body follows her mind through cold until brightness draws her in; she pauses to wonder whether light is also illusion, and something that shouldn't exist brushes her mind.
Scent and heat and a thousand different sounds greet her: insects, she thinks, small animals, rotting vegetation, water. She could sit here, eyes still closed, cataloging each new thing, imagining that each is real and solid, pretending that she is not still in the void.
"Power you have," a voice says. "Wise you are not."
She opens her eyes to a gnome, wrinkled and green and small, like a tiny green version of shou-lao, leaning on a stick and watching her. "Are you illusion, too?" she asks it.
"Hmpf," says the gnome. "Not wise at all." It turns and walks away from her; when River stands she can feel her feet squishing into the damp ground. Leaves brush her head as she walks around the trees in her path; small insects buzz against her ears as she follows the hobbling gnome. There's dirt between her toes now and a twig in her hair, as if the world was trying to prove itself to her.
She catches up with the gnome at a small round building. "I'm not real," she confides.
"All is not illusion," it tells her. "Learn you must." It invites her in and gives her a bowl of things grown on this very planet; she takes each piece out, one by one, to memorize texture, shape, color, before she tastes it. Earth-that-was had this wealth, she thinks. Maybe it was easier to believe in things, when there were so many of them.
Dancing in Illusion
Pairing: Gen; Yoda, River Tam
Length: 1,331
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: Wrestling with Proteus
Why this must be read:
I love River's lyrical view of the world, and this author was able to capture that important facet of her character in her musings on reality and the universe. Having Yoda train River is really an inspired idea, their interactions together left me just wanting more.
There is no here and no there, and she is everywhere. She cannot yet take Serenity with her while she slips into the emptiness; her body follows her mind through cold until brightness draws her in; she pauses to wonder whether light is also illusion, and something that shouldn't exist brushes her mind.
Scent and heat and a thousand different sounds greet her: insects, she thinks, small animals, rotting vegetation, water. She could sit here, eyes still closed, cataloging each new thing, imagining that each is real and solid, pretending that she is not still in the void.
"Power you have," a voice says. "Wise you are not."
She opens her eyes to a gnome, wrinkled and green and small, like a tiny green version of shou-lao, leaning on a stick and watching her. "Are you illusion, too?" she asks it.
"Hmpf," says the gnome. "Not wise at all." It turns and walks away from her; when River stands she can feel her feet squishing into the damp ground. Leaves brush her head as she walks around the trees in her path; small insects buzz against her ears as she follows the hobbling gnome. There's dirt between her toes now and a twig in her hair, as if the world was trying to prove itself to her.
She catches up with the gnome at a small round building. "I'm not real," she confides.
"All is not illusion," it tells her. "Learn you must." It invites her in and gives her a bowl of things grown on this very planet; she takes each piece out, one by one, to memorize texture, shape, color, before she tastes it. Earth-that-was had this wealth, she thinks. Maybe it was easier to believe in things, when there were so many of them.
Dancing in Illusion