FIC: Ships That Pass In The Night

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Title: Ships That Pass In The Night
Author: Mhari
Fandom: Arthurian/Firefly
Pairing: Clarissant/Inara
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Everything is Joss's, except for Clar.
Summary: Inara entertains a peculiar passenger.
Notes/Warnings: Birthday drabble for tiamatschild!


Clarissant perches on the bed, tiny as a child, with the teacup cradled in her thin hands. She comes in now and again, with little warning and less embarrassment, like River. Like River she complains that the ship is too noisy, and does not, Inara knows, mean the noise of engines.

"Hard work."

Inara looks up.

"You," Clarissant says, frowning in concentration. "People are hard."

"They're complex," Inara says carefully.

"Yes. No life for a wisewoman, all people no place, no roots in the rock, and thou art beautiful." She leans over suddenly, regal and sad, and kisses Inara's cheek.

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[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

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YAY. Oh, Clar, seducing with sympathy. EEEE. And EEEE AND I LOVE THIS too much for coherency - especially the bit about Clar on Inara's bed, so tiny, now that she's out of time, and Inara being careful with her and Clar talking to her, caring about what she thinks and wants and does - !