Firefly Glen in nineteen hundred and nineteen ninety-nine

arcturus' grin managed to stay on as long as ying was facing him, but the second she turned away it slipped cold and dark like the sun slipping into a wintry horizon. fuck - what had he said?

she gave him a reason, which arcturus accepted well enough -- but he did not quite believe it. "oh," he mumbled, suddenly aware of the frigidity that laced between them. "i hope you feel better." no quip or joke this time, since the last time he had done that she acted as if he had pissed in her goose lunch.

confused and a little hurt, arcturus kept a brave face long enough for ying to depart.