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@sihnona
inara. independent & selective rp blog for inara serra of firefly/serenity. 19+, minors dni. written by winter ( formerly kary ), 21+, uk, she/her. anti-j.oss wh.edon. tws: sex work, terminal illness, violence.
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𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧: unashamed confidence, inner strength, silk hiding steel, sexual freedom, classy and cultured, being multi-faceted, running away, facades of intimacy
𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬:
THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.
this blog is 9 years old. my writing style has changed, my followers have changed, my lifestyle has changed - so it's high time for a refresh!
inara can be found over at @sihnon.
recent threads will be moved over and responded to there. old threads can be moved too, upon request.
THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE.
this blog is 9 years old. my writing style has changed, my followers have changed, my lifestyle has changed - so it's high time for a refresh!
inara can be found over at @sihnon.
recent threads will be moved over and responded to there. old threads can be moved too, upon request.
andor sentence starters
❝ i don’t like seeing you nervous. ❞ ❝ the risk of doing nothing becomes the greatest risk of all. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna do us a favor and not mention this happened. ❞ ❝ you’re gonna get us both in trouble. ❞ ❝ i’m not moving. you want it, you take it and i walk away. ❞ ❝ if it’s not important, why not tell me? ❞ ❝ don’t tell anybody you saw me. don’t tell anybody you know where i am. ❞ ❝ you don’t look so good. ❞ ❝ you need to get as far away from here as you can. ❞ ❝ you’re like me. we were born in a hole. all we know is climbing over somebody else to get out. ❞ ❝ it’s all about you, isn’t it? it’s always all about you. ❞ ❝ ah, you’ve remembered how to mock me. ❞ ❝ that’s as close to an apology as you’re gonna get. ❞ ❝ maybe we should quit while we’re ahead. ❞ ❝ welcome. and just in time for dinner. ❞ ❝ there’s no way out alive. of that you must be sure. ❞ ❝ my anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fight…they’ve set me on a path from which there is no escape. ❞ ❝ i’m struggling to understand why my faith doesn’t calm me. i believe in something. why am i so unsettled? ❞ ❝ you don’t have to worry about me anymore. ❞ ❝ i thought you left without me. ❞ ❝ you have a different path, and i’m not judging you. ❞ ❝ it’s better you don’t know. ❞ ❝ you’re avoiding the question. ❞ ❝ hey. you know something i don’t? ❞ ❝ i told you, i’m doing everything i can. ❞ ❝ you might as well wear a sign that says, “i promise to disappoint you.” ❞ ❝ you’re bleeding on my floor. ❞ ❝ you knew where this was going. you’ve always known. ❞ ❝ i need to hear you tell me you can follow the plan. ❞ ❝ pull yourself together, all right? ❞ ❝ this time…you can’t stay, and i can’t go. ❞ ❝ i burn my decency for someone else’s future. i burn my life to make a sunrise that i know i’ll never see. ❞ ❝ i said i know you. i know all about you. ❞ ❝ why don’t we do something fun tomorrow night? ❞ ❝ i knew i could count on you. ❞ ❝ i am going to ask you a question. i expect an honest answer. ❞ ❝ i yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost and by the time i looked down, there was no longer any ground beneath my feet. ❞ ❝ that’s cold. even for you. ❞ ❝ you’ll stay with me. i need all the heroes i can get. ❞ ❝ i’m thinking clearly and you’re not. ❞ ❝ is that your defence? you’ve been ‘careful’? ❞ ❝ any civilized being knows an open invitation is no invitation at all. ❞ ❝ rule number one: never carry anything you don’t control. ❞ ❝ what’s the hurry? got some place to be? ❞ ❝ you come all this way to scold me? ❞ ❝ i’d never lie to you. ❞ ❝ you’re not here to save anybody but yourself. ❞ ❝ what, not happy to see me? ❞ ❝ i’ve never loved anyone the way i love you. ❞ ❝ i won’t have peace. i’ll be worried about you all the time. ❞ ❝ turning back will be impossible. ❞ ❝ there’s no room for doubt on the path to success. ❞ ❝ two guys jumped me. it went too far. ❞ ❝ you fall here, you fall alone. ❞ ❝ i’m just saying out loud what you already known. ❞ ❝ you love me because i show you what you need to see. ❞ ❝ it’s just me against everybody else. ❞ ❝ you don’t want to hear what happened? ❞ ❝ hey. i won’t forget this. ❞ ❝ you think it’s hopeless, do you? freedom? independence? justice? ❞ ❝ no one’s more at risk than i am. ❞ ❝ you wanted to leave? this is what it comes to. ❞ ❝ what are you staring at? ❞ ❝ we’ll die with nothing if we don’t put aside our petty differences. ❞ ❝ you’ll make an effort tonight if it kills you. ❞ ❝ i write when i can’t sleep. ❞ ❝ you haven’t been listening to me, have you? ❞ ❝ us? i don’t know you. ❞ ❝ i’m not gonna put my people at risk for someone else. ❞ ❝ your father’s looking for you. ❞ ❝ why would i go anywhere with you? ❞ ❝ i’m glad you’re here. no matter what the reason. ❞ ❝ that’s what a reckoning sounds like. you want it to stop, but it just keeps coming. ❞ ❝ come on. we need to get out of here. come on. ❞ ❝ being a leader isn’t just something you can turn on and off. ❞ ❝ it’s been a day of surprises for all of us. ❞ ❝ you lived because you ran. ❞ ❝ i imagine that no matter what you tell me or tell yourself, you’ll ultimately die fighting these bastards. ❞ ❝ you think i haven’t thought this through? i’d be the first one to fall. ❞ ❝ wouldn’t you rather give it all at once to something real than carve off useless pieces till there’s nothing left? ❞ ❝ you’re wasting energy. you know i’m right. ❞ ❝ i just want what’s mine. ❞ ❝ must everything be boring and sad? ❞ ❝ you have a problem, you come to me. ❞ ❝ i’m starting to think we’re in over our heads. ❞ ❝ everyone has their own rebellion. ❞ ❝ can one ever be too aggressive in preserving order? ❞ ❝ the day before is always hard. too much time to worry. ❞ ❝ don’t touch me. ❞ ❝ i wake up every day to an equation i wrote fifteen years ago from which there’s only one conclusion, I’m damned for what i do. ❞ ❝ i’m just trying to clear my name. ❞ ❝ working with other people is never easy. ❞ ❝ just being in your presence…i’ve realized that life is worth living. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in right now? ❞ ❝ i knew you were lying. i knew it. ❞ ❝ losing hope? your mind? keep it to yourself. ❞ ❝ must everything be boring and sad? ❞ ❝ the axe forgets, but the tree remembers. ❞ ❝ perhaps my deranged belief that there was something better fated for me in the future was a dream worth clinging to. ❞ ❝ i’m not here for career advice. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between fear and losing your nerve. ❞ ❝ you’re slouching. is that how you present yourself to the world? ❞ ❝ perhaps you should have a rest. ❞ ❝ i didn’t deserve what happened. ❞ ❝ you should go. i didn’t realize how late it was. ❞ ❝ i’d forgotten how sensitive you can be. ❞ ❝ you’re lucky to be alive right now. ❞ ❝ so, that’s it? that’s why you’re here? revenge? ❞ ❝ you can wear a ball gown if you’d like. ❞ ❝ this is the last place you should be. ❞ ❝ so much going wrong, so much to say, and all of it happening so quickly. ❞ ❝ it’s easier to hide behind forty atrocities than a single incident. ❞ ❝ what were you gonna do if i wasn’t here? ❞ ❝ i’ve been worried you might do something like this. ❞ ❝ don’t you dare talk to me like that. ❞ ❝ the very worst thing you can do right now is bore me. ❞ ❝ if you’re not willing to risk your conscience, then surrender and be done with it. ❞ ❝ we’ve come a long way from where we started. ❞ ❝ i show you the stone in my hand, you miss the knife at your throat. ❞ ❝ people blame you for what happened. ❞ ❝ i think about you constantly. ❞ ❝ i dreamt you came back. ❞ ❝ you pull in the net and the easy thing, the quick thing, is to assume that everything you’ve dragged to shore is a fish. ❞ ❝ i should…i should say thank you. ❞ ❝ i’ve given up all chance at inner peace. i’ve made my mind a sunless space. i share my dreams with ghosts. ❞ ❝ don’t die until you put up a fight. ❞ ❝ you came here to kill me, didn’t you? ❞ ❝ i’ve been shamed enough for one night. ❞ ❝ if you wanna say something, you should say it now. ❞ ❝ i would rather die trying to take them down than giving them what they want. ❞ ❝ is that meant to scare me? ❞ ❝ i’ve been turning away from the truth i wanted not to face. ❞ ❝ you’re bleeding. ❞
Who else suppresses their feelings in an attempt to make things less complicated but ends up just making them worse
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possibly, this is the closest to apologetic — or guilty — inara's expression has appeared for a long while. “ first of all, i’d like you to know that it was starfleet who approached me directly, ” the defense comes before any attack has truly been issued, predicting that one may justifiably arise if she doesn't make her arguments first. but there's wryness in her, too. the organisation had approached her because of some apparent progress with spock as a client, after all.
but what she says next will also be true, “ they felt that i may be of benefit to the rest of the crew. ” if she's managing ( slowly ) to transcend the logician’s high walls, surely the rest should be easy to work with; and any crew on missions such as these may reasonably be in need of some of her services.
the cabin she's been allocated is cosy, not unlike her studio back on risa — and she's already begun personalising it to her liking. it's comfortable, warm, welcoming. she hopes it to be a snug escape from the cold outlook of the stars and fleet service. the scent of incense hangs in the air; soft fabrics are draped around; her dulcimer rests in an open case.
“ for my part… i will admit that there's something self-serving in accepting the position. not least because the crew here may be more deserving of my attention than your average resident of risa, ” or indeed those off-worlders dabbling in pleasure tourism, “ but because you cannot avoid me quite as easily here. i have been missing your conversation — it's unique that i'm the one left pining. ”
now a smile and glint in her eyes shows that she harbours genuine affection for spock, a man who'd delved further into her mind than many, asking questions that held her dwelling in self-reflection long after the appointment had come to a close. certainly an encounter to remember. “ i'm sure you've been kept busy. ” ( the accusation of avoidance was only in jest. )
Highly sensitive people feel everything at a much deeper level. We don't just experience your surface level emotions... we feel your energy shifts, intentions, judgments, truths... and bullsh*t.
RED DEAD REDEMPTION VERSE
born and raised in new york to a high-society family, inara's life seemed pre-planned with good fortune and success. alas, due to circumstances few will discuss, she found herself ejected from that position. using those things she learned in early life ( a good education, honed social graces and knowledge of etiquette ) she built a new life for herself, beginning as a courtesan catering easily to the upper classes, and eventually establishing her own business settled into saint denis. in early iterations of the verse, she is currently practicing as a courtesan to the wealthy. in later iterations of the verse, she doesn't practice her courtesan profession so much anymore, instead instructing those under her employ based on her own experiences. as an alternate outcome to this verse, she may have joined the van der linde gang ( in a similar way to her travelling on serenity in firefly ), helping them to access more profitable work from her upper-class connections or acting as a distraction or information-gatherer.
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gentle knuckles tap on the arch leading to the med bay; it seems as if river's behaviour has grown more erratic of late, and simon's increasing stress about how best to control it ( how to calm her, take her fear away, but also protect others around her ) is being shared with all the crew. inara in particular prides herself on her empathy, able to sense others' feelings in order to better service clients and provide just what they need, regardless of whether or not they are of the mind to voice it... the fact that she has no idea what to do in this situation makes it so difficult. they're not clients, and river's wounds aren't easily mended by massage or meditation. even medical interventions aren't making much of a difference.
still, in truth, she isn't here for that.
" sorry to disturb you, " the companion excuses herself with fond politeness, taking it upon herself to step over that threshold and beneath the white clinical lighting. " the captain mentioned that we'll be on this planet for some long hours while they finish the job. i thought you might like to get some air. "
he's free to decline, of course... but she hopes he won't. " shepherd is staying behind, he has some personal business to attend to — and i feel he and river have developed quite the rapport, after the... 'tearing up his bible' escapade. " she smiles with glossy lips. " i'd appreciate your company. there's even a small lake nearby, which i've heard even rivals the glow of ariel's, but without the crowds. "
me, reading an article that deems inara as 'lawful neutral' in alignment because, and i quote: [ to be frank, the very fact that inara serra is a glorified working girl would indicate that she's not particularly concerned with traditional morals ].
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pulling back curtains concealing rows of decadent outfits, the movement wafts spiced perfume scents throughout the shuttle. quick hands flick through various dresses hanging from wooden hangers, sequins and gold embroidery twinkling in warm light. " i'm sure we'll have something in here that suits you, " inara is saying, glancing up and down at a few options, taking a couple out and draping them over slender arm. she continues her search.
" mal could easily have asked me to check my wardrobe when he planned to bring you to the ball on persephone... though, i suppose i had already left by the time he was cooking up his plan. " glancing over at the mechanic, her eyes sparkle with humour, lips in a fond smile. " and you did look adorable in all of those ruffles. these might pale in comparison according to your taste. " it isn't a companion's intention to look sweet, after all.
she brings some dresses over, lying them out on the bed. while she herself favours deep reds and warm tones, the ones she's chosen are lighter. more kaylee. one pink, one sage green, one turquoise. " what do you think of these, first of all? "
sihnon:
INARA KNOWS SHE’S BEAUTIFUL. it isn’t vanity; she’s told often enough, not just by clients, but by friends, colleagues, strangers. isn’t it her job to appear this way? didn’t the natural beauty she was blessed with since birth somewhat qualify her to enter the companion house, in the first place? for these reasons, the comment isn’t received with any bashfulness; it’s taken exactly how it’s given, a statement of fact, a basic observation.
she only wishes that she’d known about this collector before choosing to stray so far from the ship.
his movement, however, is something that may elicit some shyness — in her professional role, she’s used to being the one to guide, always retaining an element of control over the situation. out in the open, in public, she is not shielded by job contracts and the illusory world a companion strives to build; this is real life, as much as their facade of romance can be taken as such.
❝ so you’re here to confront him? ❞ her protection may not last as long as she’d like, if that’s the case. if he draws the bar owner’s attention to fulfil his own contractual obligations, she’s sure to get drawn in somehow if she sticks around.
turning her head to look back over her shoulder, she’s ever the picture of a lady’s flirtation, even the seduction of her lover. of course she doesn’t move her hips back to his, nor lean her head back to reveal an expanse of neck to welcome the attention of his lips, but passers-by may be fooled into thinking such things were about to occur ( happily, it allows her expression to remain one of seriousness without attracting suspicion — there’s a hope that they’ll take it to be sultry, rather than concerned ). all this façade, and they don’t even know each other’s names.
❝ … what did he take? ❞
a person, perhaps, if he’s in the habit of kidnapping random women from the streets. and, if that’s the case… the altruistic side to inara would be battling the side that hates complications, and would probably win. maybe she can help him, in return.
Had he known her better, he may question the tone in her question. He may tease her, wondering if it was fueled by jealousy - based on her assumption of what was taken. But that could also be that he stretched the truth - it was something taken from him by his employer. Something he was keen to get back that it was hoped to remain out of his grasp. But he he doesn’t know her, doesn’t know the way her mind works, her intentions, or her profession. Though he would not be surprised to learn that companions were here. That the owner probably used them to entice customers, keep them coming back - it was a more legal route to cover his tracks should the establishment be raided. Bucky is amused, however, at how well she is playing her part; but the man behind her is, by all rights, a ghost story - recognizable by his metal arm that is hidden beneath a coat and glove.
“He took a memory.” And a rather important one at that - or so it had been alluded to be. There is hope that it is a key to unlock his past, and its importance is evident in the tone of his voice. It’s almost shy, hesitant, because he had long ago had hope beaten from him. But if there was a chance - however small - to end the headaches, or get clarification on the faces in his dreams at night, he would take it. This was his DEFECTION. Gently, he takes her wrist in his hand, the tips of gloved fingers pressed against her pulse to feel it. “I can get you out first if I need to.”
a specific wording, easily remaining mysterious. she cannot guess at what the ‘memory’ is to which he refers, nor how a person could steal it away — if anyone had developed such an ability, she's sure it'd be front page news as traumatised souls flocked to rid themselves of their pain. but the companion chooses to take it as something more metaphorical, something dramatised in an effort to keep his cards close to his chest. hasn't she known people like that before? ( well, isn't she herself the same? )
fingertips pressing to her wrist, he’ll feel her heartbeat quickened. not racing, though; her rigorous training leads it to be calmer than an average person in this situation — trapped between a stranger and a bar, packed room, the tendency for eyes to drift their way. his breath against her neck. no, the faster rate is solely due to what she's encountered and learning of in relation to the collector, and her safety with that.
“ i'd like to help, if i can. ” inara curses her altruism soon as words pass through her lips, but she remains steadfast. “ i feel you've risked more than i'd intended by offering me your protection; you've been selfless, defending a stranger so readily. i'm glad to have chosen someone so capable by chance. ”
and he's uncomfortable with her eye contact, isn't he? she redirects to her glass instead, and then brings it up to take a sip, that bitter burn cascading down her throat. “ it is not the first time i’ve been in danger, and i doubt it'll be the last. i’ve known his type before, almost. ” she thinks now of niska, that criminal overlord her crew had crossed ( and the torture both their captain and pilot had been subjected to because of it ). captain reynolds had kept her shut away from niska and his henchmen, for good reason. hopefully the collector isn't quite like that. “ if i can be of any use… ”
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i feel like i should finally archive this blog and remake, but i don't have the time or the energy waaa
AT THE MOMENT YOU WANT—
to run away.
your heart at the moment desires to run. it's haunting, chasing you, booming louder. sometimes it's distant enough that you can handle ignoring it, but now, it's so loud. maybe you've tried to face it before, even fight it. you may have failed, or possibly succeeded, but you spared its life, and now it has returned. maybe you never fought it, and simply kept running. and now more than ever, this feels like your last resort. your mind is telling you that you need to run, to run, to run, faster and faster, to lose sight of this. to shake it, because you couldn't shake it before. but is that the right solution? will it really solve anything?
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