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iris is silly & decided to bring back her captain amelia from treasure planet but adapted into battlestar galactica <3
it never fails to amaze her, hearing of the self righteous acts committed by men. just as it never fails to bore her. of course, amelia was always more than willing to offer ear for the hardships the president had endured during the day. ❝ you should've socked him right in the nose ❞ but she'd be the first to admit that when that door shut, when it was just the two of them within the hearth of colonial one, she enjoyed letting everything else fall out of their gravitational pull. they didn't get nearly enough time for one another anymore, and while that was to be expected, it still made the captain quite terribly sad.
when @prsdent finds her way to the end of point, it creates a quiet space that the redhead finally feels confident enough to infiltrate. ❝ you know, i've been thinking - maybe it's time for me to step down ? ❞ head tilts back against the pillow, allowing her to get a proper look at the older woman's face. ❝ i could properly join your detail then. ❞
#MOOD
“ you have to keep this to yourself, apollo. ” desperate words rush out on a gasp of air, mind racing with the gossip that would flood the ship if anyone else found out. “ if i hear one word indicating you let it slip that i’m sleeping with roslin, i’ll beat your ass. ” it’s not a threat, it’s a promise.
@miotas demanded a bsg starter
sythegun, jax teller.
‘ what , you think i’m to BLAME ? ’ JACKSON sighs as he clears throat, ‘ listen , some THINGS may be MY mistake but this ? nah , NO ONE could’ve seen this comin ’
tips of fingers drum rhythmically against dark washed oak. facial muscles slack, features unreadable, carefully choosing which path to venture with response. there’s logic behind his explanation, amelia isn’t so oblivious as to completely ignore reasoning. “ you’re right, ” admitting that you were wrong doesn’t taste as bitter as it once had years ago, no you’ve evolved passed that hard headed arrogance of an adolescent. there’s no room for pride if things are to function properly, like well oiled gears. “ i shouldn’t have snapped ... we have to cover our asses. ” spine curves forward, elbows wresting against widespread knees as fingers clasp together. “ have any ideas on how to do that ? ”
symphora, makawi-sa.
❝ ────── I have something for you. ❞·
brow twitches curiously, intrigued by the mention of offering. shoulders lift from slumped position, erect with undivided attention. “ oh ? what’s the catch ? ” tone taking on a smart ass fashion, porcelains bore in an obnoxious smile. digits carelessly brush back locks from face that have painted vision red. “ come on now, don’t leave me anticipating. ”
estuery, daniel scott.
——— dirt gathers under fingertips , pressing almost painfully as he lifts daughter up , no time for exhaustion despite the way it moves visably through them . concern laces across expression , place too open to offer any comfort .
❝ we’ve got to keep moving . ❞
overworked muscles burn beneath flesh, each step causing a flash of heat to spider up achilles tendon, depositing pain into calves. you won’t give into it, won’t succumb to the nagging ache that leaves you unsteady. “ i know, ” it’s a matter of life & death, the decision to push on is their only option. “ how are you holding up ? i can carry her for the next mile or so, if you need a break. ”
“The Queen of Swords” by Judy Grahn
[ID: She is veiled. / You can only see part of her at a time - / a crescent, like the moon. Even so, / she is so luminous / she hurts the eyes.]
@crestazul , ( ask meme ) : “ i don’t think a band aid is gonna fix this… ”
“ nonsense ! a little patching up will certainly make do ... ” voice tapers off as examination of the injured extremity takes place. bridge of nose crinkles with a scrunch of disapproval. perhaps it was worse than it felt. the deep gash that runs along forearm spews crimson, indicating that it required more than a minuscule bandage. “ i’m regretful to cut our time short, but i believe we’ll have to row back to shore so that i can properly see to this. ”
prsdent, laura roslin.
mourning had already taken place. grief no longer keeping her bedridden for weeks upon end. the child no longer waking up with night terrors and questions as to what they had done wrong to lose her. both finding comfort in the ideation that amelia was at peace. the alarm buzzing throughout the room indicated that the day had begun. the calendar reminding her of the anniversary that had marked one year since they had lost all communication with amelia’s viper. the memory of the screaming that wracked frame leaving her hoarse and depleted. shaking the memory from head, laura proceeded to prepare for the day by performing small rituals she had carried since the incident. wedding ring adorning the hand that buttons up amelia’s preferred blouse. utilizing her favorite perfume that had been purchased as an anniversary gift. silent prayers to the lords of kobol to return her heart back in its rightful place and forgive her for the selfishness.
she had decided that it would be best to refrain from working that day. not while emotions were still high. plus, she didn’t want scarlett to be alone. making quick appearances in the cic, laura was just about to exit when the transmission came through the intercom. entire room falling into utter silence. was this another cylon ploy to distract and infiltrate? it was convincing. that voice that filtered so beautifully over the speaker, the verification of colonial signs. every fiber of her being wanted to go against her ethical code, become hypocrite to what she had chastised others for in past. fist clenched tightly as she stood opposite side of the glass, watching the officers question the red head on basic information. not understanding the disconnect with lapse of time. the door opened as indication that her turn was up. heart racing in chest with sheer terror that this was a trick, emotions would be detected and used negatively towards her or worse the fleet.
“ i believe it would be best if you were to answer that question first—“ voice nearly cracking with hesitation as she sits down slowly in the seat adjacent. shaking hands finding refuge in lap while doing best to look everywhere but the red head’s eyes.
whiplash hits in a flash of white blur, leaving senses disoriented, knocking air from lungs. having been lost in space for hours with no form of communication to base had been enough to induce fear, let alone the dead silence on the other end once contact had finally been made. relief should have been the only emotion to flood, but instead it’s nothing but nausea. the unexpected commotion that had met her upon landing caused confusion & anger to radiate in chest. she’s been given no explanation as to why a dozen armed soldiers had surrounded viper, or why body had been roughly shoved to the ground as arms were bound behind back. what the frak is going on ?
hairs of neck stand erect, chills crawling up spine as one voice stands out from the crowd: captain smollett died a year ago, it must be a cylon. it causes an uproar, CYLON : the term is thrown around carelessly with accusation. it comes from every direction, unfaltering, without warmth addressing her as if she were an inanimate object. not even starbuck offers any type of reassurance, features are sharp & unreadable. she’s lead through the hallways of the galactica like a prisoner, jeered, poked, prodded. they hate her. the boisterous roar of colleagues fades away as she’s brought to an interrogation room. there her commander awaits, facial expression is lax, but she can see it see the suspicion in his eyes. questions start off quietly, lacking emotion, until voice grows until booms, clearly annoyed with her confusion and inability to answer. the room falls quiet, disturbed by the soft creak of door that meant someone else was joining them. shoulders tense when the brunette comes into line of sight, breath catching & spine straightens. “ laura please- whats going on ? ”
fragile heart trembles, the love of your life refuses to meet gaze, painting you as a monster. desperate pleas fill mouth, choking as they claw at tongue, shredding cheeks in attempt to escape. not you too laura, oh gods please not you. mouth opens, ready to help case, but instead: silence. you dare not utter a word, for the mere idea of having her not believe you causes pain to surge throughout frame. tongue slides across lips, unable to focus on anything other than the constricting feeling in throat. head shakes with disbelief, eyes frantically searching the room to distract from the burning sensation of tears. “ i ... um, i already ” swallowing down thick emotion, gaze finally lands on adama, unable to look at laura. “ i don’t know how else to say it, i don’t ... baltar where is he ? surely he could perform his test on my blood ? ”
thsndlves, james hawkins.
in trouble again? of course he is. heck, he could say he’s not even sure what he’s done this time but he is —— just a little bit of a joy ride. it’s not like he hurt anyone, just went a bit off course during training. it’s not like they get many opportunities to taste a bit of freedom and he was going to take whatever chance he got. ❛ i’m not sorry if you’re looking for me to say —— ❜ he’s sitting bolt upright, ready for his telling off by apollo or whoever walks through the door, but his jaw slackens when he see’s her: what…? he didn’t think they’d go that far up the chain! oh shit. now he’s really in trouble. / @cptan.
mitigating the follies of baby pilots was not a desired pass time. there’s a list of items of far greater importance that required immediate attention over this matter. but lee had believed that discipline would be far more effective coming from her. the matter of the fact was amelia had taken a liking to this young man, for she saw a resemblance of her own youth in him. ( why does he continue to let you down ? ) though is it really his fault ? ( he is behaving exactly as you had anticipated ) “ oh no, quite the opposite really, ” heel of boot kicks the door shut with little grace to offer privacy for the lecture that was about to ensue. slow steps are used with careful consideration of foot placement to draw out the time it would take to cross room. “ i was hoping that you’d have had time to concoct a gloriously elaborate story as to why you believed your little stunt to be acceptable. ” extending arm to pull the chair across from the other out, she sinks into the chair with a natural poise, legs crossed at knee. “ go on then, i’m ready. ”
prsdent, laura roslin.
“ amelia– please, i have a press conference! ” rebuttal vocalizing in whimpered tone at the branding that was currently taking place to skin. brows furrowing with irritation at the harsh blow to the opposite side of rear. it was the one action she could always count on if the red head was in the room– no where was safe. palms pushed frame from desk to stand upright once more, fixing the hem of skirt and painfully pulling the laced garment from it’s wedged position. thank the gods her skirt was black in case the marker did decide to bleed. turning on heel, eyes glanced upward to make contact with amelia’s and quickly pinched the bottom of her earlobe, tugging the captain down with force. a sigh of frustration escaping lips before eyes roll. “you’re responsible for getting it completely off of my skin tonight. that’s an order. ”
this would certainly warrant an infraction, how gloriously earned it would be. you are a prideful creature, how dreadfully uncaring you are of the possibility of punishment. it would ultimately lead to destruction, but not quite yet. the commissure of mouth curls with arrogance, pleased with the outcome of the decorative signature. “ my apologises, i wasn’t aware that there would be closeups of your bare arse. ” brows furrow as words dripping with unrestrained sarcasm are shot back in defense. head tilts, watching with disappointment as the sophisticated woman begins to fix disheveled articles of clothing so soon. after all, they certainly had at least a fifteen minute window until the room was flooded with reporters from various ships. “ i can’t seem to fathom why you’re complaining now, when normally ” abruptly cut off by the sharp tug to ear which elicits a hiss through gritted teeth. back arches forward to meet the brunette at eye level with an arched brow. “ understood sir, your rack or mine ? ” yes, the cocky tone was absolutely necessary.
prsdent, laura roslin.
she had been taken by surprise. forceful shove against desk stunting her ability to conform any coherent thought. neck turned nearly all the way around in an attempt to see what was taking place behind her. cool air flooding skin as fabric of dress was bunched around waist. “what are you doing?” laura protested before eyes opened wide in disbelief, the feeling of the marker aligning with skin caused a groan of frustration to produce. “why? just why?”
perhaps this was completely unnecessary, foolish & immature even, but by the gods did it bring a grin to lips. their days aboard the galactica have been built on disarray & havoc, why not seize the opportunity for some fun when the chance arises ? tips of fingers press into soft flesh at hip to keep the older woman in place. free hand pulls the hem of undergarments up so that material would bunch between cheeks. fetching the red marker from pocket, popping the top off with teeth. “ hold still. ” mumbled around cap, she uses broad strokes to sign name with a sort of elegance across the entirety of one side of her bottom. once finished the tool is carelessly dropped to desk & hand lands a blow to the untarnished side of ass. “ i think the proper question is why not, my darling. ”
i’m suing you
im shaking in my boots, madame president.
𝙲 𝙰 𝙿 𝚃 𝙰 𝙸 𝙽 𝙰 𝙼 𝙴 𝙻 𝙸 𝙰 𝚂 𝙼 𝙾 𝙻 𝙻 𝙴 𝚃 𝚃, 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ₀₀₁.
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