apologies for my absence; i will be here tomorrow to do drafts!
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heroine moodboards: Inara Serra
“I prefer something with a few miles on it.“
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❝ Don’t need no carrying it around, just keep it in your shuttle for emergencies. ❞ The truth was, he had seen the shiny carvings, the perfectly sharp blade and wanted it for her. Intimidation only, of course, but knowing their companion was safe with her clients had lately helped him feel better about the woman leaving for days. ❝ You can carry the smaller one around, ‘s easier to hide anyway, but the big one looks real scary when you point it at some 混蛋 of a client that can’t behave. ❞
well, that she can do. she was exceedingly GENTLE with the knife, letting it rest in her palms against the velvet bag it came in — she heeded jayne’s warnings about oils dulling blades.
laughing softly when he mentions UNRULY clients, and in putting the knife down on her lap, she smiles. ❛ i imagine it does. jab it at them until they leave the shuttle. ❜
she’s never had any clients go completely off the BOOKS like that, but as she knows, there’s a first time for everything.
❛ oh, i purchased a thigh holster for the smaller one when i was on ariel. it has cherry blossoms carved into the leather. ❜
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There’s grace in her movements, and Badger’s gaze follows. His head tips and he draws his lip between his teeth at the mention of Jayne— a barely there motion one could pass off as sheer boredom, rather than the opposite.
She offers tea and he’s… surprised? Curious? Suspect.
Forgive him the moment it takes to process such an offer. It’s the friendliest anyone of Mal’s crew has been toward him since— well, no need for specifics.
“—I’d love some.” He follows, distance kept, gaze settled on his new hostess. His steps aren’t quite as quiet as hers, but he’d never been one to tread lightly.
“How long have you known Mal?”
he seems to be sticking to his STORY, and inara is content to let it become idle — mal is a grown man (in some instances) and he can decide for HIMSELF if the trip is worth the trouble.
she doesn’t notice his expression when jayne is MENTIONED.
she leads him to the quiet kitchenette where the crew DINES, and she moves to the stove to put the kettle on. he’s welcome to sit at the table, as she gets TWO cups down from the cabinets.
❛ for a long time. i met him not long after he got serenity. ❜
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“I’ll be sure t’make other arrangements this year.”
Truth told, his birthday more often than not just passes him by. Out here in the black, keeping track of days and nights is hard enough, no never mind months and dates. All seems just a little arbitrary. What is it River had said? Day is a… somethin’ mode of time measurement based on solar cycles?
Well, she ain’t wrong.
But there’s more serious things need tending to than cakes and birthdays. Hell, this point, he’s fifty-fifty whether to hold out hope for his next one. But even in the fact of that, it takes a long moment for him to shift to the seriousness the situation requires.
He likes to irritate her. Doesn’t much like to worry her.
Some things can’t be helped.
“I’m expecting to run into a little trouble off Constance.” A little. Hah. “Gonna need your help. Don’t think the others’d much like what I’m asking.”
Doesn’t think she will, either, but thinks she’ll keep a promise.
she likes to remember things like birthdays — it makes this all a little more NORMAL and bearable. besides, jayne always had fun on his birthdays.
there’s always moments of HESITATION when mal asks for help — you never know what end of the verse you’ll end up at, or what kind of PEOPLE you’ll be running into. inara’s first instinct is to dig a little deeper, but then part of her KNOWS she’ll maybe, just maybe end up refusing.
her shoulders straighten up a little, and she notices the seriousness that has CROSSED his face like a shadow over the moon.
well, the rest of the crew doesn’t want to do whatever it is.. this is getting weird.
she grows a little serious too.
❛ it’d be nice to know what you’re asking, though, mal.. ❜
❛ oh, god. no, father, i gave last week. ❜ it’s a blatant lie; if she stepped inside a church, she’s fairly certain she’d burst into flames. she’s going to shut the door, too.
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// oh my god yes
he would have to come up with some sort of a public excuse because he sure as hell wouldn’t out her secret, and he also couldn’t risk looking soft in front of the crew– but if they were under the impression that she was Yondu’s lady (fake relationship becomes real relationship trope?) they wouldn’t bat an eyelash.
fake becomes real yes pls. because she’s already got a huge soft spot for yondu and his gruff charm and she wants him to see how good he is (plus she loves his smile). i want my baby to experience the black and the ravagers are a good time and a great family.
au idea — yondu finds out about inara’s illness and convinces her to experience life beyond being a companion and on one ship, and she becomes an honorary ravager under yondu’s tutelage.
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Ian smirked, shaking his head but accepting the bottle happily.
“Yeah but we’re all gonna die someday right?” He laughed and took a swig from the bottle, “You’re uh… you’re Inara right? Mal’s friend?”
❛ yes. ❜ she’s PLEASED he remembered her name first, and the fact that she was mal’s friend SECOND. it’s the little things. ❛ and yes, we are all going to die, but don’t you think you should die when you’re meant to, rather than prematurely of liver disease? ❜
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“Alcohol makes everything better. Seriously, after the day I’ve had, I need a drink.” Ian groaned, knocking his drink back.
inara offered him the bottle, ELEGANT fingers wrapped around it’s slender neck. ❛ it also kills your liver. ❜
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He chuckles as she holds up her hand. “Well, maybe it’s for the best I got dragged here, then – you never stopped in for a CHECK UP.” But the smile quickly turns to a look of surprise. On the list of things he might have anticipated about this hellish excuse for a pick-me-up, this offer definitely didn’t land high up He lifts an eyebrow at her, hint of a SMIRK tugging at his lips. “Aren’t you working? Because this sounds an awful lot like playing HOOKY…”
❛ hooky happens to be my middle name, cowboy. ❜ tonight she isn’t dressed like a DANCER — it’s doc martens and fishnets, short shorts and a metallica tee snug under a FLANNEL shirt. ❛ i’m actually on overtime, so brad’ll be fine lettin’ me go. or not seeing me for the rest of the night. ❜ she smiled at him, shaking her HEAD. ❛ hospitals give me the heebies, doc. sorry. it’s the smell. bleach and death. c’mon, let’s blow this popsicle stand. there’s a diner down the street. ❜
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“ IT’S NOT LIKE i intended to hit that beautiful face of yours . i was aiming for the other guy and kinda miss . will you let me b u y you a drink or something to make up for it? ” jim really was sorry he’d accidentally hit her .
she pulled the ice AWAY from her face, as the cold was beginning to burn rather than soothe. bringing bright BLACK eyes up to the face of the man who assaulted her, brow knitting together. ❛ why were you going to hit eddie? ❜ it’s a SMALL town, but begrudgingly, she accepts the offer, turning to the bar tender. ❛ frank, can i have a cranberry and vodka, on this guy? ❜
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“ YOU DO KNOW that there are t w o sides to every story . so why aren’t you listening to mine ? ”
she was holding an ICE pack to her cheek in the now empty bar, propped up against it like one of those CARDBOARD models proudly displaying the best beer. ❛ because you’re the one that punched me. ❜ it’s nothing that will SCAR, thankfully. jukebox played on, and the bartender continued minding his OWN, wiping down the counter.
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Grandpa. He’s heard it before, but not often– few people are BRAVE enough to risk insulting him to his face. ( If she knew his reputation, she might not be either. )
“SWEETCHEEKS, I could sit here all night. The real question is– how many d’you got in ya?” The view isn’t squandered: it’s look don’t touch in a place like this, and damned if he doesn’t respect his girls’ limits. But he’s certainly going to be LOOKING.
if she KNEW his reputation, it would be more likely that she’d call him grandpa — he doesn’t KNOW it himself, but she finds older men attractive. his DOMINANCE is already something of a shiny lure in the darkness. fanning her hands over the BACK of his chair, bringing her other leg up so she could straddle his lap.
and he can touch, actually, his hands are FREE to roam.
❛ i got ALL night, baby. ❜ her voice is a low and husky whisper, her grin playful — decked out in knee-socks and VINTAGE gym shorts, the kind that almost seemed like painted on polyester. cropped tee declared SUNNYDALE high to be the reigning champs, baring the soft slope of the BOTTOM of her breasts.
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“Not exactly –” He lets out an almost bitter sigh. “Apparently I don’t know how to have fun. I think tonight’s supposed to be a poorly-planned HOW-TO guide…”
❛ poorly PLANNED sounds about right. ❜ she held up her once WOUNDED hand. ❛ look, no scars. thanks to this great DOCTOR who was forced to be here. what was his name.. ❜ thoughtful LOOK, breaking then into a grin. ❛ if you don’t wanna be HERE, why don’t we go somewhere else? at least you’d be socializing. ❜
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“So I’ve been here TWICE. Call me a regular and I’m out the door,” he says, hint of a smirk on his lips.
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❛ yeah, i doubt that, doc. ❜ inara’s SMILE is half-smug, half-relaxed. ❛ what are you here for, anyway? ‘nother bachelor party? ❜