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F: Wonder
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/River
Warnings: Incest
Rating: G
Summary: River is over their heads. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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River was brilliant at everything. Especially, Simon thought, smiling wistfully, at music. She had a sense of rhythm that was -- different. To Simon's ears, it was simply amazing, and not only because all his attempts at playing the piano had been technically correct but wanting in something. River had that something. In dance, in music, in poetry, in speaking, in acting. She had it, as if every scrap of his talent had gone to her instead.
He didn't mind.
She was singing, then. He paused in his work to listen to her, leaving it for a moment to simply focus on her voice and the sweet ache of longing that it provoked inside him. He wanted things he couldn't name at times like this: wanted to hold River close and simply be with her, protect her, share with her. Smell the pear scent of her shampoo and feel the tickle of her hair.
He didn't know how anyone could listen to her singing and not love her. He didn't understand why her dancing teacher hated her, because all he saw when he watched her was pure love of the dance. She was, he decided, simply over their heads.
She really was something else.
Pairing: Simon/River
Warnings: Incest
Rating: G
Summary: River is over their heads. For
30_shinyfics.River was brilliant at everything. Especially, Simon thought, smiling wistfully, at music. She had a sense of rhythm that was -- different. To Simon's ears, it was simply amazing, and not only because all his attempts at playing the piano had been technically correct but wanting in something. River had that something. In dance, in music, in poetry, in speaking, in acting. She had it, as if every scrap of his talent had gone to her instead.
He didn't mind.
She was singing, then. He paused in his work to listen to her, leaving it for a moment to simply focus on her voice and the sweet ache of longing that it provoked inside him. He wanted things he couldn't name at times like this: wanted to hold River close and simply be with her, protect her, share with her. Smell the pear scent of her shampoo and feel the tickle of her hair.
He didn't know how anyone could listen to her singing and not love her. He didn't understand why her dancing teacher hated her, because all he saw when he watched her was pure love of the dance. She was, he decided, simply over their heads.
She really was something else.