I know Leofric can look all grumpy and serious to the outsiders, but I would die on the hill, that when he's alone with his woman, he's one of the most easygoing and cheery people in the whole of England-to-be. He's like I'll do whatever you want cause you're literally so perfect. You wanna go outside and catch fireflies? Fuck it I'm in
"I think I should be the one saying that Captain," Simon hissed through clenched teeth.
He groaned when Mal put pressure on the shoulder wound. Shaking his head, trying to stay awake, the doctor tapped Mal's arm and pointed to something behind him.
"The-the med-"
Mal's hand shot out and haphazardly grabbed at the red bag he hoped knew should be behind him.
"Tell me what I need to do."
Simon's eyes fluttered. The Captain gently tapped the kid's cheek.
"Hey, hey, doc'. Focus on me. I need you to tell me what to do."
Hazy blue eyes met his. Cold fingers struggled with the zip and Mal scrambled to help.
"Ad-adrenaline. Sh-should keep-keep me..."
"You know, doc," Mal said while he loaded the hypo with clumsy fingers, "when you said I should start learning the ropes, I didn't think you meant like this."
Simon laughed breathlessly, pain etched onto his face.
"Sor-sorry."
Mal's eyes softened and he brushed a quick hand through Simon's hair, trying to hide how much it was shaking.
"You won't apologize when you see my needle work. There was a reason my ma never let me near a needle and thread."
i think love is like catching fireflies. you have to get out there and wander in the dark until find what you were looking for. you have to be gentle with it. if you try to keep it bottled up or force it to stay in your hands, it dies or flees in fear. but you can guide it and hold it close without hurting it. it might not always be there but it does always come back. and it glows