Unspoken Promise
Apr. 22nd, 2006 03:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xfirefly9xTitle: Unspoken Promise
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara, Nandi
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 #30 Death
Rating: PG
Word Count: 199
Summary: Mal and Inara mourn Nandi's death. Tag to 'Heart Of Gold'.
He watched her as tears silently spilled down her innocent face. It pained him more than he thought possible. He had failed her. He had failed both of them.
Malcolm Reynolds turned his gaze and stared down at the body of Nandi. She was Inara’s friend. No, he corrected himself. She had been her friend. She was dead now.
Mal tore his eyes away from Nandi and his gaze slowly rested upon Inara again. She looked back at him; her deep brown eyes pleading with him, deep pain and regret showing. Even more than that was the sharp look of vengeance. His own eyes shone an icy blue.
He felt fury at himself for not being able to save her, even more fury at the man who had killed her. He blamed himself for Nandi’s death. It was all he could do to not break down. Instead he let the fury take over him.
Anger blindly stabbed through the pain in Mal’s eyes. It mirrored in Inara’s too. Without a word, Mal stood. He glanced at Inara once more, an unspoken promise formed between them. He would get Nandi the justice she deserved. He left, vengeance on his mind.
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara, Nandi
Prompt:
fanfic100 #30 DeathRating: PG
Word Count: 199
Summary: Mal and Inara mourn Nandi's death. Tag to 'Heart Of Gold'.
He watched her as tears silently spilled down her innocent face. It pained him more than he thought possible. He had failed her. He had failed both of them.
Malcolm Reynolds turned his gaze and stared down at the body of Nandi. She was Inara’s friend. No, he corrected himself. She had been her friend. She was dead now.
Mal tore his eyes away from Nandi and his gaze slowly rested upon Inara again. She looked back at him; her deep brown eyes pleading with him, deep pain and regret showing. Even more than that was the sharp look of vengeance. His own eyes shone an icy blue.
He felt fury at himself for not being able to save her, even more fury at the man who had killed her. He blamed himself for Nandi’s death. It was all he could do to not break down. Instead he let the fury take over him.
Anger blindly stabbed through the pain in Mal’s eyes. It mirrored in Inara’s too. Without a word, Mal stood. He glanced at Inara once more, an unspoken promise formed between them. He would get Nandi the justice she deserved. He left, vengeance on his mind.
