BDL #38 - Firefly
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kittydesadeTitle: Big Damn Heroes
Author: Jaguar
Rating: PG
Fandom: Firefly
Summary: Zoe in her cabin.
“Some people juggle geese!”
After that little revelation he’d picked up a wood carving of a goose on some forsaken world. She had told him they’d need more than one to juggle. Not the way he juggled, he replied. Maybe juggled was too strong a word.
“Yeah, we should start dealing in those black market beagles.”
They’d talked about getting one of them, too. She’d even bought them a little collar and lead for it when she’d seen one on a world, in a fit of whimsical she’d hoped no one saw. Or if anyone’d seen, they hadn’t said anything.
“Mmm. Wife soup. I must have done good.”
She never was much of a cook. Never had a taste for the cooking, nor any kind of inclination to learn. That was the real reason she’d never cooked for him, not any kind of need to prove herself a strong woman. She sort of wished she had.
“You want a slinky dress? I can buy you a slinky dress. Captain, can I have money for a slinky dress?”
Maybe they shoulda gone to one of those parties, at that. Just to show off her slink. He never did get a chance buy her that dress. She hadn’t had a dress since she were ten years old. Never, though she’d never admit it, had a dress with any slink.
“I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar.”
Zoe smiled, climbed up the ladder, closed the door to her cabin.
Author: Jaguar
Rating: PG
Fandom: Firefly
Summary: Zoe in her cabin.
“Some people juggle geese!”
After that little revelation he’d picked up a wood carving of a goose on some forsaken world. She had told him they’d need more than one to juggle. Not the way he juggled, he replied. Maybe juggled was too strong a word.
“Yeah, we should start dealing in those black market beagles.”
They’d talked about getting one of them, too. She’d even bought them a little collar and lead for it when she’d seen one on a world, in a fit of whimsical she’d hoped no one saw. Or if anyone’d seen, they hadn’t said anything.
“Mmm. Wife soup. I must have done good.”
She never was much of a cook. Never had a taste for the cooking, nor any kind of inclination to learn. That was the real reason she’d never cooked for him, not any kind of need to prove herself a strong woman. She sort of wished she had.
“You want a slinky dress? I can buy you a slinky dress. Captain, can I have money for a slinky dress?”
Maybe they shoulda gone to one of those parties, at that. Just to show off her slink. He never did get a chance buy her that dress. She hadn’t had a dress since she were ten years old. Never, though she’d never admit it, had a dress with any slink.
“I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar.”
Zoe smiled, climbed up the ladder, closed the door to her cabin.