rivendellrose | boooooooored

I'm very sleepy right now. And unreasonably emotional. And I want to go home. So, lieu of whining, I give you...

Firefly, working title "Come What May"
Inara to Mal: Her brows draw together again, and it’s not with concentration or pleasure this time, but honest confusion. “Like... Oh, Mal. You can’t honestly think that’s the worst I’ve taken.”

(Untitled Garak/Bashir fic)
Let it never be said, Julian thought as he smiled at the functionary who answered his call, that wandering the mind of a deranged intelligence agent won’t get you anything.

(Other Untitled Garak/Bashir fic)
“Then by all means, sit at my bathside forever while I peel!” Garak snarled.

Firefly, "Shore Leave," chapter unknown
Wash to Zoe: “You planning on explaining this sudden obsession with dirt? I mean, I’m all for whatever kinks you want to look into, but I gotta admit, this is a new one...”

Tactics, "Fragile Things"
[Haruka] tilted his head and peered at the thin pieces scattered before him. Perhaps Youko could put them back together somehow...? “I don’t want a new bowl,” he repeated. “I like this one.”

Firefly, "Memorial"
Mal: The rest of the kitchen was deserted. That alone was suspicious, given his crew’s irrepressible love of stuffing their guts, but the look on Zoe’s face...

B5, "Drinking Games"
Sheridan, odd though it seems, is a screwdriver kind of guy - he’s too fond of oranges not to be, and they express something about his peculiar sense of humor, his strange way of looking at the world from an angle.