Malcolm Reynolds (soverypretty) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-12 20:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | inara serra, malcolm reynolds |
Who: Malcolm Reynolds and Inara Serra
What: I don't even know, the Greetument?
Where: Under the Clocktower.
When: After Inara's arrival
Rating: PG-13 for harsh language and emotions
Status: In Progress
Mal had stopped himself, just out of sight from the clock-tower, for a good fifteen minutes, and most of that time had spent cursing himself under his breath. It was one thing to yank out Zoe, because then it only made sense they'd have to take him too. That just made sense, as much as getting through some magical portal into some place that Mal had absolutely no words for could anyway. To bring River and The Doctor here? Okay. Mal could get that too. Those two needed a break from all the runnin' they'd been doing. Inara though? Mal couldn't quite get his head around that one. It was like, whatever this place was, had taking a very real, very special, liking to twisting him about in all sorts of interesting ways. Mal couldn't say that, in an of itself, this was a whole lot different from how his life had been well prior to that point, but that didn't make it any less strange. He really didn't care either. He was getting tired of it. Mal wasn't looking forward to having it rubbed in his face again -- even if that was no good reason he could give himself to not go see her. He was her Captain, in a sense, she was crew either way, and that was for keeps. Mal wasn't about to leave her hanging. No matter how much he might have been yelling at himself to do on the inside. It wasn't the right thing to do and, more than that? It wasn't what he wanted either. He started and stopped a good five times, because that woman seemed to cause a powerful need for conflict within him, before he finally brought himself to close the distance and seek out Inara. It shouldn't have -- and didn't -- take him long. Inara was the kind of person Mal could spot anywhere, even if he didn't want to sometimes. She was everywhere, in some small way and... ..and Mal couldn't think about that. "Inara." He spoke flatly, closing in the last few steps to leave a respectable distance between them, his thumbs hooked on his belt. "Glad to see you've arrived in a fit state. 'Course, I wouldn't have expected no less from one of your stature -- " Mal's voice trailed off for a moment and he looked genuinely suspicious of her for a moment. "Did you..did you get a soft and cushy pillow when you landed? Because, I've got to tell you, you look a whole lot better than I did when I landed here...and if they're handin' out pillows and I didn't get one? Well, me and the local powers that be are gonna have to have some kind of words." See? Mal could be polite. There was even a 'nice to see you' tucked in there somewhere, if you knew how to read for it. |