A Busy Day (A Narrative - Part 2)
Yesterday I got so old
I felt like I could die
Yesterday I got so old
It made me want to cry
Go on go on
Just walk away
Your choice is made
Go on go on
And disappear
Go on go on
Away from here
And I know I was wrong
When I said it was true
That it couldn’t be me and be her
In between without you
Without you
- In Between Days by The Cure
Belize lifted her face up to the bright sunshine on Persephone, blissfully ignoring the sounds and voices that lifted around her like a fog. It only took a minute for her to shake it off, the sound of Sarah’s voice poking through the hazy introspective like a sharp needle.
“You are looking happier, My Bel.” Sarah had taken to calling her My Bel, since the agreement was that she wouldn’t try to convert her into her flock of sheep. In fact, Sarah was quite adamant that it wouldn’t happen at all. She was in the opinion that people make choices and it was respectful to accept them.
Bel had changed into a kimono dressing gown that Grei had given her for her birthday, the rich blues and greens and purples making her hair brighter than usual. They were sitting over breakfast, a cup of hot tea cradled between her hands.
She looked over at Sarah and smiled, really enjoying the older woman’s company. Sarah had taken down her hair and let the braid hang down her back. She had remarkably long hair. And it wasn’t just white, in the morning sun the silver shone like glass.
“Im feeling… relaxed, Sarah.” She wasn’t ready to say she was happy. But she did feel relaxed. Sarah and she had spent half the night talking. Well, Bel did most of the talking. Telling her all about her month with her cousin and how she finally felt useful and wanted. And then on Hale’s how she felt more wanted than she had in years. How Seana and Sabrina folded her into their little rag tag family and how she called them her sisters. And most of all she told her about Immi. How she was strangely attracted to her in a very sisterly way. Always wanted to protect her and see her happy. As if Immi’s happiness coincided with her happiness. And how everyday, no matter what, Bel missed Immi. Missed her closeness and missed her aura. Sarah had no explanation for that. It was an enigma that needed to be solved on Bel’s side.
They sat together in warm silence before Bel stood up and smiled down at Sarah. “I have to go back to Hale’s on business. Something I forgot. Do you mind if I leave you here? I will leave you the key and some money. Walter will check on you and make sure you are okay.” Walter Anderson was the attorney overseeing the business of the “late” Xaviar Kiranov. He met them at the door when Bel made her way to her new family home. He was a very distinguished gentleman; salt and pepper hair and grey eyes with flecks of blue. A very attractive man who looked to be in his late 30’s to early 40’s. He was very courteous to Bel and her new companion, even so much as offering his own services as Bel’s lawyer. She politely declined for the moment, knowing he was the family lawyer and not the lawyer that Xaviar had retained after his “death”.
He seemed eager to please, even taking a shine to Sarah. Laughing at her stories over dinner and staying well into the night until his gentlemanly manners dictated he leave them for now. He lingered at the door as he told Bel that he was at her service day and night before he turned to go to his own transport.
“Oh My Bel, that is quite alright. I will survive on my own. Go take care of what you need.” She sipped her tea as she looked up at Bel, a smile crossing her features as if saying that the young were a silly girl for thinking otherwise.
With a peck on Sarah’s cheek, Bel turned to go to her room. The room that used to be her mother’s. The walls painted a pale lilac with white borders and dark oak furniture decorating the room. Xaviar told her about this room. Told her that it would be the first place she would want to go. This room had been locked up since the day her mother left. Only opened to cleaning women to dust and make sure everything was spotless.
Bel dressed quickly, pulling on white dress shirt and black linen vest that curved to her frame. After slipping on the matching linen pants and suede boots, Bel packed a bag and joined Sarah at the alcove leading to the outside. A brief goodbye and a go with God followed Bel as she took a transport to a shipyard to rent a ship so she can travel back and forth. She missed her Nightingale already.
The trip was long. Always time to think when it comes to being alone in a ship for 14 hours. She thought about a lot. How her relationships always end the way the first one did. Crashing and burning and someone died. Just the last two times it was her that died. Even a little. It wouldn’t be fair to call her relationship to Duncan a real relationship. It was more of a tryst with no real outcome. She thought long and hard about it before she made new coordinates. When she landed on Shadow, she cortexed Duncan and told him she needed to talk to him.
He was in the Jade Saloon watching Anya dance. She wandered over and sat down near him. They talked as we slammed down whiskey and she told him how she really felt.
She did blame him. She blamed him for how She felt. He made her believe that there was something. Kisses and talks of her green eyes. All ways to win a gal’s heart. He basically offered a glass of water to a thirsty woman… gave her a sip, then denied her the rest. He told her that he still loved Immi. And she knew that there wasn’t a chance. But there was a glimmer of hope and it was shredded instantly. She finally ended with a compromise. Friends. She can be friends. She would stay away romantically. And they would let Immi think that it was all a crush. A stupid infatuation. And Duncan let her down gently.
The call came to Bel as she sipped her whiskey. Lily was going into labor. What? Labor!?
She made a foolish mistake; one she hoped wasn’t paid attention to as she leaned over and kissed Duncan on the cheek before running out the door to her transport. She headed to Hale’s like a Reaver ship was on her ass. When she finally landed an hour later, she ran into the bar to find Lily very very pregnant. She wasn’t a few days ago. She had literally grown in gestation in two days.
Bel’s training kicked in. She pulled up her sleeves and examined Lily as much as she can but Lily’s feral instincts were kicking in and she needed to dig. She needed to dig a nest to give birth in. So she let her. Following her to the mines until Lily found a comfortable place.
The smell of dirt and mud filled her senses as she tried to light the place as much as she can with her lantern. She gave Lily some blankets, water, and a commlink. Told her to call if she needed anything. There was nothing she could do. Lily had all the instincts of what to do already.
With worried thoughts, she assured all the onlookers and Lily’s friends that all there was to do was wait for the delivery. So Bel headed to her apartment on Serenity station and crashed on her bed, fully clothed and mentally tired.
I felt like I could die
Yesterday I got so old
It made me want to cry
Go on go on
Just walk away
Your choice is made
Go on go on
And disappear
Go on go on
Away from here
And I know I was wrong
When I said it was true
That it couldn’t be me and be her
In between without you
Without you
- In Between Days by The Cure
Belize lifted her face up to the bright sunshine on Persephone, blissfully ignoring the sounds and voices that lifted around her like a fog. It only took a minute for her to shake it off, the sound of Sarah’s voice poking through the hazy introspective like a sharp needle.
“You are looking happier, My Bel.” Sarah had taken to calling her My Bel, since the agreement was that she wouldn’t try to convert her into her flock of sheep. In fact, Sarah was quite adamant that it wouldn’t happen at all. She was in the opinion that people make choices and it was respectful to accept them.
Bel had changed into a kimono dressing gown that Grei had given her for her birthday, the rich blues and greens and purples making her hair brighter than usual. They were sitting over breakfast, a cup of hot tea cradled between her hands.
She looked over at Sarah and smiled, really enjoying the older woman’s company. Sarah had taken down her hair and let the braid hang down her back. She had remarkably long hair. And it wasn’t just white, in the morning sun the silver shone like glass.
“Im feeling… relaxed, Sarah.” She wasn’t ready to say she was happy. But she did feel relaxed. Sarah and she had spent half the night talking. Well, Bel did most of the talking. Telling her all about her month with her cousin and how she finally felt useful and wanted. And then on Hale’s how she felt more wanted than she had in years. How Seana and Sabrina folded her into their little rag tag family and how she called them her sisters. And most of all she told her about Immi. How she was strangely attracted to her in a very sisterly way. Always wanted to protect her and see her happy. As if Immi’s happiness coincided with her happiness. And how everyday, no matter what, Bel missed Immi. Missed her closeness and missed her aura. Sarah had no explanation for that. It was an enigma that needed to be solved on Bel’s side.
They sat together in warm silence before Bel stood up and smiled down at Sarah. “I have to go back to Hale’s on business. Something I forgot. Do you mind if I leave you here? I will leave you the key and some money. Walter will check on you and make sure you are okay.” Walter Anderson was the attorney overseeing the business of the “late” Xaviar Kiranov. He met them at the door when Bel made her way to her new family home. He was a very distinguished gentleman; salt and pepper hair and grey eyes with flecks of blue. A very attractive man who looked to be in his late 30’s to early 40’s. He was very courteous to Bel and her new companion, even so much as offering his own services as Bel’s lawyer. She politely declined for the moment, knowing he was the family lawyer and not the lawyer that Xaviar had retained after his “death”.
He seemed eager to please, even taking a shine to Sarah. Laughing at her stories over dinner and staying well into the night until his gentlemanly manners dictated he leave them for now. He lingered at the door as he told Bel that he was at her service day and night before he turned to go to his own transport.
“Oh My Bel, that is quite alright. I will survive on my own. Go take care of what you need.” She sipped her tea as she looked up at Bel, a smile crossing her features as if saying that the young were a silly girl for thinking otherwise.
With a peck on Sarah’s cheek, Bel turned to go to her room. The room that used to be her mother’s. The walls painted a pale lilac with white borders and dark oak furniture decorating the room. Xaviar told her about this room. Told her that it would be the first place she would want to go. This room had been locked up since the day her mother left. Only opened to cleaning women to dust and make sure everything was spotless.
Bel dressed quickly, pulling on white dress shirt and black linen vest that curved to her frame. After slipping on the matching linen pants and suede boots, Bel packed a bag and joined Sarah at the alcove leading to the outside. A brief goodbye and a go with God followed Bel as she took a transport to a shipyard to rent a ship so she can travel back and forth. She missed her Nightingale already.
The trip was long. Always time to think when it comes to being alone in a ship for 14 hours. She thought about a lot. How her relationships always end the way the first one did. Crashing and burning and someone died. Just the last two times it was her that died. Even a little. It wouldn’t be fair to call her relationship to Duncan a real relationship. It was more of a tryst with no real outcome. She thought long and hard about it before she made new coordinates. When she landed on Shadow, she cortexed Duncan and told him she needed to talk to him.
He was in the Jade Saloon watching Anya dance. She wandered over and sat down near him. They talked as we slammed down whiskey and she told him how she really felt.
She did blame him. She blamed him for how She felt. He made her believe that there was something. Kisses and talks of her green eyes. All ways to win a gal’s heart. He basically offered a glass of water to a thirsty woman… gave her a sip, then denied her the rest. He told her that he still loved Immi. And she knew that there wasn’t a chance. But there was a glimmer of hope and it was shredded instantly. She finally ended with a compromise. Friends. She can be friends. She would stay away romantically. And they would let Immi think that it was all a crush. A stupid infatuation. And Duncan let her down gently.
The call came to Bel as she sipped her whiskey. Lily was going into labor. What? Labor!?
She made a foolish mistake; one she hoped wasn’t paid attention to as she leaned over and kissed Duncan on the cheek before running out the door to her transport. She headed to Hale’s like a Reaver ship was on her ass. When she finally landed an hour later, she ran into the bar to find Lily very very pregnant. She wasn’t a few days ago. She had literally grown in gestation in two days.
Bel’s training kicked in. She pulled up her sleeves and examined Lily as much as she can but Lily’s feral instincts were kicking in and she needed to dig. She needed to dig a nest to give birth in. So she let her. Following her to the mines until Lily found a comfortable place.
The smell of dirt and mud filled her senses as she tried to light the place as much as she can with her lantern. She gave Lily some blankets, water, and a commlink. Told her to call if she needed anything. There was nothing she could do. Lily had all the instincts of what to do already.
With worried thoughts, she assured all the onlookers and Lily’s friends that all there was to do was wait for the delivery. So Bel headed to her apartment on Serenity station and crashed on her bed, fully clothed and mentally tired.
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