The Chaos Theory
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Title: The Chaos Theory
Author: Jules![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Prompt: 082. A butterfly’s worth of chaos of the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
joss100 challenge
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Character: River Tam
Genre: Humor/General
Rating: E
Word Count: 371
Disclaimer: Firefly and all related aspects belong to Joss Whedon.
Summary: River causes a stir aboard Serenity.
Beta: Danisirius_starr
Table: Click here for my Joss100 challenge table.
River walked gracefully across the catwalk above the cargo bay, one of Inara’s borrowed shawls draped lightly over her shoulders. She looked around with that characteristically aloof look in her eyes, her feet scarcely brushing the floor as she moved. She looked down upon the feathers laying scattered all over the cargo bay floor, the ones that she’d spread out down there after tearing up several pillows from their cargo. It reminded her of snow, it was beautiful.
At that moment, Mal made his way into the cargo bay. He saw River on the catwalk as she half hung over the railing, staring down to the floor. He glanced down at through the grates and saw the floor covered in white. His eyes widened as he looked up to River.
“Did you do this?” He asked.
River stood up straight once again and turned to Mal, spreading her arms out, the shawl draped over her shoulders like wings. She slowly stepped towards him, almost like she was dancing; gliding so gracefully she could have been floating.
“They wanted to be free, wanted to float on the air like they did before,” River said airily.
“So you took it upon yourself to liberate my cargo from its box and then those feathers from my cargo?” Mal snapped lightly.
“It’s more fun this way,” River said demurely.
“More fun,” Mal deadpanned. “More fun doesn’t pay, darlin’. You’re just a heap of trouble today, aren’t you?”
“A butterfly flaps its wings on Osiris,” River said softly. “Storm comes on Londinium. Chaos theory.”
“So what’s that make you… a butterfly’s worth of chaos?” Mal asked.
River only continued to smile that soft, ethereal smile of hers as she danced past him, the shawl trailing in the slight draft, billowing around her arms. She looked like a butterfly, anyway. It made her happy, made her feel free when she could dance like she was doing. She danced away, leaving Mal to clean up the cargo bay. She had trouble to cause elsewhere. She fluttered her way towards the infirmary, her proverbial butterflies dancing in her mind as she thought about just what else she could liberate.
She liked the chaos theory metaphor, it suited her perfectly.
Tell me what you think!
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Author: Jules
saturnine_tearsPrompt: 082. A butterfly’s worth of chaos of the
joss100 challengeFandom: Firefly/Serenity
Character: River Tam
Genre: Humor/General
Rating: E
Word Count: 371
Disclaimer: Firefly and all related aspects belong to Joss Whedon.
Summary: River causes a stir aboard Serenity.
Beta: Dani
sirius_starrTable: Click here for my Joss100 challenge table.
River walked gracefully across the catwalk above the cargo bay, one of Inara’s borrowed shawls draped lightly over her shoulders. She looked around with that characteristically aloof look in her eyes, her feet scarcely brushing the floor as she moved. She looked down upon the feathers laying scattered all over the cargo bay floor, the ones that she’d spread out down there after tearing up several pillows from their cargo. It reminded her of snow, it was beautiful.
At that moment, Mal made his way into the cargo bay. He saw River on the catwalk as she half hung over the railing, staring down to the floor. He glanced down at through the grates and saw the floor covered in white. His eyes widened as he looked up to River.
“Did you do this?” He asked.
River stood up straight once again and turned to Mal, spreading her arms out, the shawl draped over her shoulders like wings. She slowly stepped towards him, almost like she was dancing; gliding so gracefully she could have been floating.
“They wanted to be free, wanted to float on the air like they did before,” River said airily.
“So you took it upon yourself to liberate my cargo from its box and then those feathers from my cargo?” Mal snapped lightly.
“It’s more fun this way,” River said demurely.
“More fun,” Mal deadpanned. “More fun doesn’t pay, darlin’. You’re just a heap of trouble today, aren’t you?”
“A butterfly flaps its wings on Osiris,” River said softly. “Storm comes on Londinium. Chaos theory.”
“So what’s that make you… a butterfly’s worth of chaos?” Mal asked.
River only continued to smile that soft, ethereal smile of hers as she danced past him, the shawl trailing in the slight draft, billowing around her arms. She looked like a butterfly, anyway. It made her happy, made her feel free when she could dance like she was doing. She danced away, leaving Mal to clean up the cargo bay. She had trouble to cause elsewhere. She fluttered her way towards the infirmary, her proverbial butterflies dancing in her mind as she thought about just what else she could liberate.
She liked the chaos theory metaphor, it suited her perfectly.
Tell me what you think!
X-Posted.