Sitting at the table at breakfast, Mal would lean back in her chair with all the ease and contentment of a cat while she slowly peeled the bitter sweet rind off her orange, fingers glistening with juice in the morning light coming in through the windows. She would lay each section down before continuing with the task, running her thumb beneath the peel and the tender flesh of the fruit separating the two as she slowly worked her way around until she was left with just the ripe sweet sections of orange. And even that she would take her time to savor, peeling apart each section piece by piece and closing her eyes to enjoy the burst of juice on her tongue with each bite..
This is the image I was talking about! It's just seared into my brain! I love, love, LOVE it!!
Arthur had always loved to watch her so enraptured. Until she watched him die with the same fervor..
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Date: 2011-02-17 11:13 pm (UTC)This line just breaks my heart.
Sitting at the table at breakfast, Mal would lean back in her chair with all the ease and contentment of a cat while she slowly peeled the bitter sweet rind off her orange, fingers glistening with juice in the morning light coming in through the windows. She would lay each section down before continuing with the task, running her thumb beneath the peel and the tender flesh of the fruit separating the two as she slowly worked her way around until she was left with just the ripe sweet sections of orange. And even that she would take her time to savor, peeling apart each section piece by piece and closing her eyes to enjoy the burst of juice on her tongue with each bite..
This is the image I was talking about! It's just seared into my brain! I love, love, LOVE it!!
Arthur had always loved to watch her so enraptured. Until she watched him die with the same fervor..
And this line just seals it for me really*is ded*