( everything is prettier here. objectively more aesthetically pleasing than the old and rusted hull of the serenity, but river would rather be there right now. instead, she wanders with bare feet, the magical journal tucked under her arm. after a moment, she finds a quiet place to sit in the courtyard and opens the journal quietly.
instead of speaking, she writes. or more accurately, she draws. a picture of a ship, technically precise like the schematics of an engineer. she's lost. not lost in space anymore, but lost regardless. drawing helps to calm her, drowns out some of the voices in her head. )
river tam | firefly | action or network
instead of speaking, she writes. or more accurately, she draws. a picture of a ship, technically precise like the schematics of an engineer. she's lost. not lost in space anymore, but lost regardless. drawing helps to calm her, drowns out some of the voices in her head. )