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coprime_recs) wrote2005-08-05 04:37 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2005-08-05 04:37 pm
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Firefly: Practice by Heronymus
Practice (Inara | G | 1,740 words) is a character study of Inara just before she leaves. It's an engaging look at the life of a companion, and the language is gentle and subtle as befits a companion.
Excerpt:
The Cargo Bay, though, is space. There is nothing she can say, no emotion she can express, that fills it up. She has seen it full of cargo, she has seen it full of action, she has seen it full of violence, but it never seems to be filled up when she is in it, in the long dark hours of the night. She finds Mal there, sometimes, too. Sitting or standing, listening to the not-silence that passes for quiet: the hum of the air in the vents, the throb of the engine, any of the thousand creaks and pops and moans that metal makes when it is hot or cold or under stress from the grav. It is not silence, but the mind hears it as such, the ears filter out everything until what is left is a space in the mind, to match the space in the Bay, and the space outside.
Excerpt:
The Cargo Bay, though, is space. There is nothing she can say, no emotion she can express, that fills it up. She has seen it full of cargo, she has seen it full of action, she has seen it full of violence, but it never seems to be filled up when she is in it, in the long dark hours of the night. She finds Mal there, sometimes, too. Sitting or standing, listening to the not-silence that passes for quiet: the hum of the air in the vents, the throb of the engine, any of the thousand creaks and pops and moans that metal makes when it is hot or cold or under stress from the grav. It is not silence, but the mind hears it as such, the ears filter out everything until what is left is a space in the mind, to match the space in the Bay, and the space outside.