#sihnon

[f4rgd]

@sihnon : ❛  you just relax and let me do the rest. you deserve a break.  ❜

" What kind of man would I be if I let you do the work? " He is tired, the roads have been long and truthfully he's not even sure where they aim to go but he cannot stay in one place for too long. Nobody knew who he was, born the bastard of a son to a Lord he didn't know the name or identity of. It didn't matter nor would it ever, instead Aksel found himself travelling from place to place through all sorts of weather just to stay alive - to keep living.

Inara had agreed to go along with him for whatever reason, but Aksel hadn't resisted because the company would be nice - especially her company. But he'd not intended to let her do any of the work, she was his guest even if they were just going from place to place trying to find work and a bed to sleep in. " Besides you do not have to be here, you chose to join me for.. whatever reason. Really I can do it. "

[endeavvor]

"I wanna be a child climbing trees somewhere breathing in the fresh outside air — before I knew this life was unkind."

spotify wrapped - burn burn burn - zach bryan

@sihnon

[penvcnens]

it had only ever been a matter of time before caroline approached the woman at the edge of the dance floor. she had heard the whispers, of course - just as everyone else had. she knew what sort of reputation she carried. but where some might have scoffed at the woman's presumption in joining respectable society, caroline could not help but admire the audacity. the nerve. she had no patience for people who did not do as they pleased. and she had an undeniable fondness for those who made old society matrons cluck their tongues in disapproval. while she most certainly did not aspire to the other woman's lifestyle, she did aspire to the shock she inspired... " don't forget to smile, " she said lightly, leaning in with a conspiratorial curve of her lips. " it will only irritate them more. and what better way could there be to spend an evening? "

starter call --> @sihnon

[leafsoared]

" absolutely thrilling stuff, ain't it? " he offers her a knowing smile as she appears at the top of the stairs. it's several hours into a job and - as usual - he's manning the ship. this time, at least, he's got some company. he clambers to his feet and wipes his hands on his flight suit. his plan had been to tinker with the old mule's sticky breaks - but after an hour, he's more than happy for the distraction... " i know you'd think all the excitement's out there with zoe and the captain - " he jerks his head towards the large cargo bay doors. " but actually it's right here where we do the all-important waiting and worrying... "

starter call. --> @sihnon

[honorhunt]

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐁𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃 to admit to westeros’ beauty came only under the strictest of circumstances. chiefest among them was a serene lack of souls stirring about. not hair nor hide of a feckless drunkard with his trousers shackled about his ankles, or a paltry wretch too eager with a knife with a loose grip on his life. just the solace of the night and its silvery mistress.

      and the occasional threshold of company.

do you ever have those moments where you wish you could . . . go back ? rewrite your own past , make different decisions . — @sihnon / god of war: ragnarok

      ❝ no, ❞ he lied, the shadow of his helmet guarding the dissonance in his eyes. thoughts of the past began to drip into his present. boba steeled himself against them, running them through with a pointed reminder that what he lost was never meant for a man with so much blood on his hands.

                              ❝ sentiment doesn’t pay. ❞

[andromeda3116]

title: Objects in Space (version 2.0) fandom/pairings: Avatar the Last Airbender/Firefly fusion. Zutara, Sukka, Jet/Mai, Toph/Haru rating: M warnings: graphic depictions of violence

a/n: I wrote the original version of this fic on a major manic swing when I was nineteen years old, and in retrospect -- particularly after having rewritten the following two books before posting them -- boy, does it show. I have been meaning to rewrite this thing for, oh, seven or eight years now, and I finally just. Sat down and did that. It's more or less a scene-for-scene rewrite, but there have been a lot of changes and additions, and a couple of deletions, to overall, well, make this a story that wasn't written by a manic teenager. If you liked the original, come check out the new version!

summary: Aang never woke up from the iceberg, and the world went on without him. Over the next three thousand years, technology advanced astronomically, and the people of the overcrowded world took to the stars. Now, the Avatar is an obscure myth, bending is regarded as a relic of a dead past, and only two of the original countries still exist: the Fire Nation, one of the most powerful forces in the Union of Allied Planets, and the Water Tribe, clinging to life on the Outer Rim, still fighting for the dream of independence. The latest civil war ended seven years ago, in a landslide victory for the Alliance.

Katara is a Companion working on Sihnon, and was lucky enough to be picked by the Princess of the Fire Nation to attend to her surly brother, but there's strife in the family that spills over into her life: when she accidentally exposes the princess's plot to kill the Fire Lord, she finds herself in prison for conspiracy, and must call in a favor from an old friend, another Companion who travels the border with a band of thieves. Meanwhile, a man named Sokka is on the hunt for his long-lost sister, Admiral Zhao is on the hunt for an old mark, and a man smuggles a large box onto a transport ship...

read it here!

[lamentingwclf]

How Do You Tragically Die?

Took a Hit Meant for Another

Whether intentionally or not, you were in the way of someone's attack and paid the ultimate price. Chances are, nobody saw your death coming until it was too late. If you blocked the blow on purpose, know that your sacrifice was not in vain. If you didn't, well. Sorry, buddy, that's pretty rough.

tagged by: @whtwclf tagging: @fasciinating , @youxmove , @defectivexfragmented , @sihnon

[f4rgd]

@sihnon : ❝ what are these monsters… i’ve never seen anything like them. ❞

He saw them in the distance from where the two of them both stood. The snarl was unmistakable, the outline of the tall bodies daunting from this distance even in the dark. Though he couldn't see the drool he could practically hear it in the noises emitting from the beasts. First the growl, then the high pitched sound that could be mistaken for a laugh. He'd faced them before now but still a rotten shiver travelled down his spine.

" Gnolls - " The smith said it almost dismissively. " It is probably best we do not get too close. " He didn't want a fight tonight - by the sounds of it they were outnumbered which meant it would only end badly for them. " We should stay down and if follow me lead then... " They should be fine, but he'd make no promises, he didn't trust himself enough for that. Aksel unsheathed a dagger that rest at his side and passed it to her. " Follow my lead? "

[endeavvor]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

His ears are ringing - he thinks - it's hard to tell over the sound of the alarm what is inside his head, and what is outside environment. Jim's eyes ease open, an initial crack to see the red lights of emergency power, but it cuts through the darkness like a beacon and it's too bright.

They roll shut again.

Inhaling brings only mix of pain radiating from the center of his chest, and smoke. Heat brushes his skin and he knows something is burning. The Captain tries to recall the details leading up to this moment.

They are in San Francisco. A briefing. Leadership. Clearly these were going well for them lately.

The groan is from him, escapes in his first attempt to move and right himself. There's glass beneath him, crunches under his weight, jagged pieces catching on his skin in passing as he swipes with his arm to try and find purchase. He barely feels the sting, but is finally able to get a hand raised enough to bring it to his forehead. His fingers come away damp.

Everything else happens in quick succession. The door is pried open as a slim built figure dashes through. Their foot slips on glass or blood or both pausing only to scan what's left of the room. They pause when they find his prone form, fall to their knees and settle beside him.

He catches her scent just before she's a flurry of hands pressing over him and it's probably the first time he hasn't flinched at her touch. When he's able to open his eyes enough to see her palms tacky with red, he gets the feeling he probably should. The overall lack of sensation is problematic.

Jim catches her wrist in his hand, pulling it away. "Stop." An order, though his voice is rough and feels as if its tearing through his throat. "Just, help me up."

[msfbgraves]

Jayne: I aint interested in old movies.

Book: It's a landmark of 21th century cinema.

Jayne: That's what I said.

Inara: We used to stream it on Sihnon, all the girls loved it.

Kaylee: Oh!! Shiny!! I once fixed one of them old players in my Daddy's workshop. Inside those old grav only mules we used for parts? Came with this on it, Daddy let me keep it as a treat 🥰⚘

Mal: It's what we can afford to go see, is what.

River: It's one of his favorites.

Mal: No it aint!

River: Is too. You used to watch it with the ranch hands.

Mal: She made that up.

Simon: We watched it together when our parents were out.

Jayne: Bet you loved it.

Zoë: It's that or you're on watch duty, Jayne.

Wash: Barbie! Ken is my role model in everything.

Zoë: Is that so?

Wash: Of course it is. My dream job has always been beach!

[hellmartyr]

𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀     —     ( @sihnon )

HOW  FAR  SHE'S  FALLEN.   once,  she'd have been happily swanning around the affluent districts of new york,  or particularly privileged towns of california.   shopping bags in hand,  adorned with jewellery and fine clothes.  now she keeps her head low,  wearing outfits that mostly hide her beauty and help her stay out of the limelight.  the only shopping she regularly carries are small plastic bags filled with illicit substances,  sold to her by a schoolboy.

          it isn't the life inara had dreamt of,  nor that she was used to.   making a few wrong choices,  mingling with the wrong clients        everything you ever know can fall apart so quickly.   from one of the most prized escorts in the country,  to hiding out in a backwater town near to indianapolis.

          ❝ ... high? ❞   she offers the twitch of a wry smile,  knowing that isn't exactly what he's asking.   she doesn't often talk about her past,  nor her present.   honestly,  she rarely talks to anyone nowadays;  this is the most social contact she's engaged with this week.

         $50 is pushed over to him.   ❝  i'll take an ounce this time,  if you have that much in your little box. ❞   may as well enjoy the money,  while she's still got it.  

𝐃𝐎𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓 the final throes of spring. verdant tidings that kept the indiana air a mild blanket on the skin. sunbeams were gentle spotlights cutting the trees, still stretching loose the laziness that tempered them during the winter lounge. birds were sporty with their songs and actively chased airborne insects, keeping the airways mostly clear of the irritable buzz. but the favorable ambiance stopped there. sinuses were under siege. eyes swollen with gluey tear ducts and the urge to itch loose the soreness. pollen motes, the evil benefactors of this delicately cursed time of year, hung on the shallow breeze, awaiting unsuspecting hosts with clothes or collars to carry them like trojan horses to spread their virulent suffering.

      on the cusp of change. it was apt time to be sitting across from a very adult woman offering him very adult money for an ageless escape.

      eddie lingered on that pale green fifty. dull nails dragged across his lower lip, catching on the ends of dehydrated skin. the dealer studied old man grant’s faded vignette. he had no doubt the bill was authentic. no jeopardize serial numbers, no hint of hilarious anomalies in the minor detailing of the seals. given a chance to properly check it, eddie was certain he’d feel the raised texture under his thumb. it was the real deal she was promising, and that’s what was needling his nerves.

      ❝ uh, yeah, uh-huh, ❞ the word was dragged from the tip of his tongue as his knee wobbled to and fro. with scrupulous brevity, his metallic hog bopped densely against his chin before both a pair elbows pronounced themselves on the table, ❝ see, here’s my thing. my usual clientele still get lunch money from mom and dad. you’re not exactly walking around with a jansport strapped to your back. but you’re not a cop. or at least, not a good one. because everything you need to book me, ❞ eddie wrapped a knuckle against the tin lunch pail, ❝ is right there. yet here we are, in the midst of round two. ❞

      crossed arms slid a little closer across the wooden surface. dark eyes glimmered thoughtfully from beneath a curtain of fringe, ❝ so, i’ll happily take that fifty off your hands. but i wanna know why me, why not someone more . . . your speed ? ❞

[captnjtkirka]

❝   as a captain I’ve seen so many different planets and their people.     that’s what makes exploring so wonderful.    never knowing what’s beyond the next star.     always something new and exciting.    sure,    space can be dangerous,     but it’s also inspiring.    don’t you agree?    ❞     starter call     ->   @sihnon​

[lamentingwclf]

“You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.” 

Inara has been nothing but kind and accommodating, and though the piece of his mind driven by paranoia tells him this is because of her profession, he knows it’s not true.  Somehow, deep down, he knows she has the purest intentions - that she does want to help - if only he would let her - but it’s hard.  Hard to find a door or window in the walls he’s built around himself, something to open and let her come inside, to invite her into the devastation that was left of James Barnes. But he wants to.  He thinks. Their knees are touching in the confined space, his hands draped between his knees with hers just a few inches away, but she knew better than to touch him first.  She left the invitation open, and for once, he takes it.  He grasps her hands, lightly - he pulls them towards the sides of his neck, where they can splay across the space, to touch his jaw, cool the heated skin.  He invites her to touch him intimately as he leans into her until they are a breath apart.  Where he still feels he can hide as he asks. “Do you think blood simply stains our hands?  Do you think it stops like a glove?  Or do you think it spreads, like ink, until it overtakes every inch of our being.  Until you’ll never truly be clean again?”

@sihnon​

[going2thespecialhell]

"If memory serves, Camellia, you've never shied away from the opportunity to sow a little chaos. Guessin' that's why we get on so well."

Mal held his gaze with Camellia a bit longer after he spoke. There was always a magnetism about her that kept him enthralled. When he'd been asked earlier about her and said he'd take a mighty interest, he hadn't entirely been engaging in misdirection.

Only when he realized he was staring a bit too long did Mal blink, focus his mind on the then and there, and quickly add, "Oh, and likelihood is high we'll be pickin' up Inara and the Shepherd along our way. They had some doin's on Sihnon and took the shuttle. I'm sure they'll be mightily pleased t' see you. Til then, I'll let you get settled in your usual spot."

Mal excused himself to do...something, anything to distract himself from the sudden delightful awkwardness he felt.

"Wa sai," he muttered once out of earshot. "What the hell was that?"

"Your feelings are talking," a soft, tiny voice replied from above. "But you never listen to them."

"Wisdom from on high, little one?" Mal asked River, looking up into the corridor grating to see her laying on her stomach, peering down. "Always."

Mal simply nodded and headed to the cockpit to check on the status of Inara's shuttle.

Hours later, the shuttle finally arrived and docked with Serenity, and the crew gathered to welcome their returning friends.

Inara was the first to race to Camellia for a warm hug. "Oddly enough, I just had this feeling you'd be here when I docked. I'm so glad I was right! So...has Mal already roped you into yet another lofty scheme?"

@parcxysm

“Birds of a feather flock together, darlin’. What do you think we practice when you’re not around?” Camellia joked, brows wiggling a little.

A bark of a laugh escaped her at Kaylee’s follow up, pointing at the girl in agreement. She wasn’t wrong.

Camellia frankly adored Serenity’s crew, of all the groups she’d run with throughout the years they made her feel the most at home. Which was saying something for someone who never stayed in one place for very long.

Mal had managed to make his way to the top of her list of favorites, charming his way there easily. Whether he knew it or not.

Her fond smile morphed into a grin, nodding quickly. “Now when have I ever turned down the chance stir up some trouble…especially when I’m getting paid for it?” She teased. “I’d be happy to fill you in on everything, because I’m counting on hearing what I’ve missed.”

[jigscw]

❝ i was hoping i could interest you in a job . ❞          /          @sihnon   +   liked for a one-liner ! 

[littlelindyloo]

Inara Serra