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[river_meimei]

[OOM: Old friends never really leave. Or maybe it's that they never really stay.]

River should be in bed, by ship's time. She was, earlier.

She's awake now. And quieter than sometimes, maybe, but not bleary-eyed, and it's nothing strange for her to be wearing only a loose sundress over biking shorts and bare feet.

The chairs by the fire are comfortable, though, and she's curled up in one now, her hands wrapped around a mug of hibiscus tea. She's watching the room, more or less; it's as hard as ever to tell what she might see in it.

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[river_meimei]

"You tell me."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"I just did." Nathan then glanced down, and noticed the book was obvious. Damn.

He then added, "Nothing. Just some people from the past that returned."

[river_meimei]

River watches him, and says nothing.

Yet, at least.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan paused, considering his words. But she didn't seem like the talkative or gossiping type anyway.

He then elaborated as he settled back in his seat, laying the book down next to him, tucked between him and the chair arm, "My brother doesn't even know about it yet. Just found out myself about her... My daughter. All grown up with her own life, and never knew."

[river_meimei]

River flinches.




"Phoenix," she whispers. "Fly to the ashes," and her shoulders hunch.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan paled at that, and looked shocked at her.

"...how could you have possibly know that? There wasn't even any press that night. Not till later."

He could still taste the ashes as he left, his coat left behind on the girl's shoulders. With his election button still on it.

"And there was an earlier fire." Back in 1992. Late night phone calls and "I'm sorry, Mr. Petrelli. There were no survivors." Ma offering her usual cold comfort.

[river_meimei]

River draws into herself a little more, eyes closing for a moment.

"You say it," she whispers.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan shook his head, "No, I didn't say all that... I don't even think I was thinking it."

[river_meimei]

River says nothing. Just stares blankly at the floor, curled in her huddle in the old armchair.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Sorry if I bothered you then," Nathan said, unsure what to do there. Or wondering if he somehow offended her without realizing it. Wouldn't be the first time.

[river_meimei]

River lifts one shoulder in a graceless shrug, too late for normality.

"I remember."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Remember? Remember what?" He squinted at her, curious.

[river_meimei]

"More than you think."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Sharpened glance at that, "Another one? What, you hear thoughts? See the future, get dreams, what is it?"

[river_meimei]

River's head turns sharply; the look she turns on him isn't quite a glare, but it's well on its way.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan just looked back at her, "What? Already met two like that from my world. I know there's some others like it." Not mentioning his own ability, nope.

"But not paint the future. Yours can't be that." After all, no large paintings around showcasing not so random people in scenes.

[river_meimei]

River's stare flattens out slightly with skepticism.

It could be! She could have a studio back on Serenity!

Unless the future involves a lot of imaginary still lifes of nesting dolls and butterflies and fractals, though, it does not seem likely.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan sighed, "Look, was just wondering which it was."

He then wondered, "Did you notice anything else about my world? Anything...about someone exploding?" Curious, and also hoping maybe it can still be stopped. That his brother can be saved.