Lilly-Mal in the Dreaming
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The smooth continuity of Mal firing his favorite pistol at the shooting range target fifty yards away made Mal somehow feel better about life in general. What definitely made Mal feel better about life was that he was shooting far better than David standing next to him.
"Since when did you get better 'n me, Malcolm?" David jibes with a grin. "I never said you was allowed to ever get better 'n me."
"If you'd practice more instead o' flirtin' with Mary Ann Patterson, I'd still be yards behind ya." Mal reloads almost gleefully as he compares his last shot's bull's eye with David's last shot, which veered ever so slightly right of center.
The smooth continuity of Mal firing his favorite pistol at the shooting range target fifty yards away made Mal somehow feel better about life in general. What definitely made Mal feel better about life was that he was shooting far better than David standing next to him.
"Since when did you get better 'n me, Malcolm?" David jibes with a grin. "I never said you was allowed to ever get better 'n me."
"If you'd practice more instead o' flirtin' with Mary Ann Patterson, I'd still be yards behind ya." Mal reloads almost gleefully as he compares his last shot's bull's eye with David's last shot, which veered ever so slightly right of center.
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Date: 2005-08-27 09:40 pm (UTC)The copper smell is the only way he can tell that the smear on Mal's hand is Lilly's blood as her hand slips through his.
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Date: 2005-08-27 09:49 pm (UTC)"I'll be okay, mu ji."
She turns away from him, starts moving slowly down the corridor, her hand pressed to her side again.
stomp stomp stomp and the reavers come, passing Mal by as if he were no more than the wall he's leaning against.
Lilly, moving faster now, doesn't hear the stomp stomp stomp of their boots anymore. She hears, instead, the triumphant howl of a wolf with the scent of blood in its nose as it closes in on its wounded prey.
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Date: 2005-08-27 09:59 pm (UTC)"I'll be okay, mu ji."
Mal sits bolt upright in bed, throwing his sheet off his bed weakly with one hand, his mind reeling with Reavers and Lilly and the bite on his arm.
the bite
Mal looks at his arm quickly, no marks, no blood. Sighing, he drags his hand across his forehead, hoping to remove some of the cold sweat from his nightmare.
Now that is odd. Mal fumbles for a light switch, and moves to his mirror to rinse his face.
On which he now has a smear of blood.
"Son of a bitch." Mal can't wash off the blood fast enough.