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Longing - oneshot

 Title: Longing
Author: Billie
Disclaimer: I do own Serenity, on dvd... that doesn't count, does it?
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for Serenity.
Summary: A small River-centric introspective on what River wants. Spans pre-series to post-movie. 


 This time it has good reason to do so. Other than the fact that I've been drinking nothing other than pepsi all day.

For one, I've once again dyed my hair. Which is always fun. Though I'd get more enjoyment out of it if my mum wasn't so adamant on me not bleaching my hair at home, and my dad wasn't completely against bleaching, period. But I do my best with the tools I'm given. 
I last dyed my hair in February, the day before I went on a cruise with my classmates. Good fun. Except that the colour didn't take too well and when I dried my hair after I showered I dyed the white towel pink. Oopsie. What, I was on a budget at the time, and I was too stingy to get the good stuff.
So now after a good year or two I've returned to aubergine. My hair's still damp so I can't tell if I've actually gotten a good colour this time around. But at the moment the smell of dye in my hair alone is making me giddy :D 

But that's not the reason why I'm giving into hyperactivity. No, not at all.

I'm sure many of you have heard of X-men Origins: Wolverine...Collapse )

Seems that I am incapable of keeping things short. I do tend to ramble, don't I? Whatever. I like to hear myself talk. If you can call this hearing...

Starting off.

 You know the problem with sites like these is that you never know what to start off with. There's  a lot of things I'd like to say, but all of those belong in the bio, don't they? So I've had this account for almost a week and I'm only now getting around to putting something up. And even this is just pointless rambling. Somehow I don't feel too good about myself. 

could have put up some fanfiction, but I don't have any completed one-shots and I don't much feel like putting up any multi-chapter fics at the moment. Go figure.

Couldn't start off by talking about my life. There's nothing to say. Maybe I should talk about that. Maybe I should say a few words on how detached I feel from society.