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@myranore
maybe a small starter call while i get things back together.
➫ JIM, though he hadn't known it at the time, was staring at the latest escapee from Section 31, an organization he had only briefly heard of. All captains are required to attend a run down meeting before they go off on any type of mission, five year, rescue, or diplomatic. It was basic protocol and while Kirk hated long meetings like that, he attended every single one. And in one of those boring tangents, the organization for spy work - though they weren't allowed to call the "agents" spies, that's what they were, the underground work had to be handled by Section 31. No captain or admiral not involved in the program could ask any questions, when they saw a black badge, they had to step aside.
He had dismissed the idea off hand because, frankly, if any agent stepped onto his ship, then he was gonna know about it. He prided himself on that, too. Whatever happened on his ship was his responsibility and more often than not, the safety of his crew was his biggest priority. Once the fight is over and she's on her back, he feels incredibly bad, she wasn't in any kind of fighting shape, even if she had scratched him up pretty well. Kirk nears her, crouching low and took note of her eyes, wondering what and who in the world she was. Before he could ask, she seemed to recover slightly, at least enough to sit up, which startles him a bit, wobbling a bit on the balls of his feet. "Whoa - Hey -" She grabs his PADD and he finally gets a decent look at her FEAR. It's palpable, so he softens his face to the best of his ability.
While it might have been smart for him to call a team and get her secured, he doesn't think she's a real threat to him, not now, not when he notices her. Jim steadies himself again, doesn't move back to his feet because he wants to maintain eye level, make himself seem like less of a threat. "Okay... I won't take you back, though I'm almost positive I don't know where you came from." Dark hues look behind him back to the storage bay, how long had she been there? "My name is Jim Kirk, I'm the captain of the ship and I'm sorry I dropped you like that. I could have sworn you were a Gorn or something." A nervous laugh leaves him as he tries to reason with her.
A ship. Starship. They had taught her of them before, perhaps even had plans on gathering them on one or even several to send to other planets all for the purpose of DESTRUCTION. The thought alone was enough to send a shiver down her spine. The thoughts of what they wanted them to do, to go against their very NATURE that was meant to nurture and breathe life—— it left a pang in her heart at the idea and a wonder if she was truly free. Maybe this was all some elaborate TRAP meant to have her willingly commit ecological warfare on a whole planet and species. There was no trust to be had with his insignia glinting in the lights of the storage room like a foreboding OMEN.
Keeping the PADD raised above her head with one hand, the other reached to the wall near her. A palm placed upon it, it was cold. LIFELESS, no spark inside it. The beating heart of electrical and atomic wirings without a single soul or sentient thought. It was chilling and leaving an ache in her own soul. It was a LONGING to be near nature and heed its call at all times. But here she was, aboard a ship with the coldness and emptiness of space surrounding them. So far away from her callings and her roots.
Slowly, violet eyes returned to him. ❝ We're—— we're in space? ❞ she managed; she wasn't some stowaway looking for a free ride, clearly given her surprise. The PADD was still raised above her head, uncertainty in her features. ❝ I want to go back. Go back, don't want to be here. It's too COLD. ❞ Cold and hollow, the only semblance of life she could feel were the heartbeats of many aboard, something she hadn't noticed before in her panicked state, but the only form of actual LIFE there.
this film had some of the most beautiful cinematography I’ve ever seen
The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.
miscellaneous angst starters.
when were you going to tell me?
you can’t keep doing this to yourself.
that’s…a lot of blood.
can you walk?
please don’t lie to me.
you were supposed to leave.
i’m not going anywhere without you.
shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.
there was nothing more you could have done.
it wasn’t your fault.
this is all my fault.
you aren’t acting like yourself.
i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.
you’re hurting me.
don’t ever do that again.
go to hell.
please don’t cry.
you have to stay awake.
i wish i could take the pain away.
you could have died.
hey – stay with me.
it’ll be over soon.
did you ever love me?
i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.
things won’t always hurt this bad.
you passed out.
how much have you had?
i’m okay. it’s all fine.
it’s not okay! you’re not fine!
let me get you something for the pain.
it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.
it’s clearly not nothing.
have you been to the doctor?
i didn’t mean the things i said.
i thought we meant something.
people who are okay don’t act like this.
you don’t have to go through this by yourself.
i don’t want you to be alone.
please don’t regret me.
i heard you crying.
you need to get some rest.
when was the last time you ate something?
i’m worried about you.
did you have another nightmare?
[name], there’s nobody there.
i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.
please talk to me.
why are you mad at me?
alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.
don’t leave me.
did you do this to yourself?
it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.
tell me what’s wrong.
tell me how to make it better.
why don’t you care?
get the hell away from me.
please don’t do this.
i can’t believe that you lied to me.
just…stay for the night.
you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.
you can’t die. i won’t let you.
just hang on, okay?
hold my hand if you need to.
i’m sorry.
why do you have a gun?
don’t panic.
just breathe.
you’re bleeding.
i’m trying to stop the bleeding.
you’ve been crying, i can tell.
you should have told me sooner.
i wanted to tell you in person.
a phone call would’ve been nice.
i hate you.
i love you.
starter call? I need some distractions from real life.
I was going to be on here to get some things done since it’s my day off but now I’m not sure if I will be. My grandmother passed away last night and I just need a bit of time.
MICHAEL | scxfieldtm
@myranore continued from here
They had quite a few nights of quiet respite, and while Michael knew that their journey to freedom was far from over, he took in the few blissful days that they had where no one had noticed them, no one had bothered them, no one had so much as even looked at them aside from whenever they would find food for the day. He was determined to get them out of the country, change their names, go somewhere that no one would ever find them. Of course, she was not bound to Michael, and she could always go elsewhere if she pleased, but he hoped she wouldn’t at this point as he began to realize with each passing day that his feelings for her were growing in more than just a friendly way and it wasn’t because they spent literally all day, every day together. In the past, Mike had always been more of an introvert, preferring to spend more time with himself than anyone else, but he genuinely liked having her around. The conversation flowed freely, she was strong and capable, and he loved to see her smile… it was about the only bright thing in his days.
In the middle of the night Mike had rolled and thrown an arm over her; half-asleep, he didn’t even realize when he pulled her frame closer to his and buried his face into her hair. So, the sensation of her being pulled away roughly awoke him with a jolt. He was on his feet immediately and tried to grab her arm to pull her back, but they had already grabbed her. “Let her go!” Michael pulled out his gun that he had kept tucked into the back of his pants for emergencies only. He pushed down the hammer and pointed it at her captor. “It’s okay, Aurelia. It’s going to be okay,” he reassured her before his eyes fixed on the other before him with an anger he had not felt in quite some time. “Put her down or I swear to God, I will kill you.” Michael did not like to kill and always tried to do everything he could to avoid killing, but he would not let them take her.
Her heart was pounding almost PAINFULLY against her chest, the hammering echoing in her ears so loudly that it nearly completely drowned out his soothing words. Words promising her that it would be okay, that all of this would turn out just FINE. Panic still seized hold of her. In the beginning, she would often barely sleep, waking up in the middle of the night in FEAR that she might be found so vulnerable. And here she had let herself slip into unconsciousness without looking over her shoulder for once, without one eye open, and what had happened? She could imagine being dragged back to that bunker with their tests and teachings but now it would be far more BRUTAL. The others, their last hope, killed off in her escape and leaving her. Perhaps she was the last one alive of her race entirely, she didn’t know. But one thing Aurelia did know is that this time they would not allow MISTAKES. Not a second chance for escape, breaking her down all over again to build her into what they wanted: the perfect doll to kill.
Staring, quite literally, down the barrel of a gun didn’t help much either. What if he missed? Hit her by mistake? But there was one other option: Her OWN abilities. Ones that she had hidden from him, kept her own secret. The very reason why she was hunted in the first place. Aurelia tried to pull away once more only to be yanked back yet again, this time with one hand grasp long lock of pale blonde to still her and gaining a yelp of pain from her scalp. CAREFUL; she had to be careful and calm. Focus on him with those blue eyes, so beautiful. ❝ Michael——— Michael, it’s okay. Just put the gun down——— ❞ She stumbled over her own words, barely managing to eek the sentence out. For a moment, everything seemed to just STILL for Aurelia.
She just needed everything to STOP. The chaos wrapped up in all the panic, she hadn’t used her powers since first escaping in fear of them being noticed and her put back on the radar once more, fear of them FINDING HER. And then fear that he might find out. ❝ Just put it down. ❞
I’ve had girls, really smart girls, come up to me, and they’re so excited that they’ve finally got their movie. A lot of them say, ‘That was me! I was Lady Bird.’ The film has actually made them understand that whole period a bit more. You feel like it’s almost a photo album you’re looking back on.
Remember that in these times to treat retail workers with kindness! We don’t really have the option to quarantine ourselves and put ourselves at risk every day to provide you with your necessities. Right now, most of us are severely overworked and stressed out as hell. I’m head of a pickup department for people placing online orders so that they don’t have to risk themselves being in the store and one of my employees just called me sobbing because a customer said horribly rude things to her and threatened her because we didn’t have a lot of their order due to us being understocked from people buying up everything. We’re doing everything we can for rather minimal pay to make sure everything’s done right and everyone is able to buy their necessities to keep themselves safe. We know we don’t have a lot on the shelves, we know that these are hard times, and we’re doing our best.
myranore:
Honestly, just send 🤝 for three ways our muses could meet and/or plotting ideas for situations the two could be in so we can interact!
@scxfieldtm said:Make me feel ↪ 7. my muse is forcefully taken from yours
A part of her knew it wasn’t good to run with someone else on the run. Two different organizations after them, twice as many looking for them. It would have been smarter to separate a long time ago but there was a sense of SECURITY there that she hadn’t felt before. Even in the confines of that bunker, surrounded by those that were meant to guide her, she had never once felt safe there. Always waiting for the quiet moments to break into violence as they ‘prepared’ them for the outside world. Aurelia knew she had gotten reckless and sloppy in her attempts to pull away from them once and for all. Her once VIGILANT self had started to slip away, cracking those protective walls bit by bit. But, for just once in Aurelia’s life, she felt actually HAPPY and not forced to remain a moldable doll by those around her. She should have known better and saved them both the trouble.
But he was a good man, even if the televisions and wanted posters seemed to say otherwise. He hadn’t rejected her despite how unusual she might be, lost in a sea of people and modern day technology and strange mannerisms. He hadn’t simply just USED her like so many had before. And it was enough for her to slowly let down her guard even when she should have known better.
They weren’t here for him, they were completely separate from those that hunted him down. In the past, Aurelia wouldn’t have been caught so easily off guard, but she had been slipping for some time now. Every single part of her training and conditioning told her that. Sleeping so out in the open rather than hidden away indoors, but it wasn’t always easy to find such accommodations. From a peaceful sleep to hands suddenly SEIZING hold of her and dragging her to her feet with a violent force. Less like police apprehending a suspect and more like someone taking hold of a WILD ANIMAL instead. The sudden jolt made her pause, her mind ripped from sleep and trying to grasp hold of the situation. It wasn’t until she was able to comprehend it that Aurelia finally gave out a shrill SCREAM as she fought to break away from their grasp as they pulled her back. Scuffling and fighting. she didn’t want to go back there, refused to, and refused to be pulled away from perhaps the ONE good thing, good person, that she had met since she was born.
Honestly, just send 🤝 for three ways our muses could meet and/or plotting ideas for situations the two could be in so we can interact!
@scxfieldtm said:"tell me all the things you want to do" ↪ lana del rey lyrics
If she listed all the things she wanted to do, the list would never end. Spilling from her lips for an ETERNITY as she pictured everything she could do had her life been ordinary. All the events and normalcies missed that she was now exposed to. And at the same time, the thought of doing any of those things TERRIFIED her. It could put her back on the map, right back on the radar she hid from. But then there was one picture, bright and clear as day that she could recall so vividly. It was an image on the cover of a book they had been reading when she was just a child and then she had seen others in photos and in other books. An image she had not had the time to SEEK OUT as she wound her way out of a tangled web but it was the first to come to the forefront of her mind. ❝ I want to stop running. And then——— then I want to go to a beach. Somewhere far away from here. Where I grew up, we didn’t exactly have ACCESS to a beach. But I remember seeing pictures and I want to experience it for myself. ❞ The sun on her pale skin as bare feet sunk into the sand, and then the feeling of cool waves lapping at her feet and ankles. Aurelia was quite certain that just pictures would never do justice to the REAL thing.
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@scxfieldtm said:‘ i think you’re pretty . ’ ↪ billie eilish lyrics
It caught her off guard, the gentle words. Almost immediately, violet eyes had broken away from his to the ground and avoided looking at him at all any further. She’d been told a number of things over the years: how perfect she was as a weapon and spy, how she would do the job perfectly once she was put in the field. A perfect SPECIMEN in their eyes but nothing quite so——— HUMAN as being ‘pretty’. Regardless if she was human or not, she had been nothing more than an experiment gone right for so many years. Nothing more, nothing better than that. And so Aurelia had never had a single passing thought or consideration about her looks save for how best to simply HIDE certain features that might make her more identifiable if need be, nor had she ever put much thought into how OTHERS might appear. It simply never crossed her mind as she was never taught to appreciate such things. And then a thought crept in that perhaps he might not say such things if he knew WHY her appearance was as it was. Years of genetic modification giving way to certain features like her sharp features and down to her very eye colour.
❝ I don’t know about that, ❞ Aurelia was quick to dismiss with a shrug; was she? She honestly wasn’t sure if that was the truth or just kind words. She already knew she was quit an UNUSUAL person with just her lack of knowledge on many things and extraordinary knowledge on others. But now she thought about it, about passing glances she had when she passed other people, about pictures she had seen before her escape and after, about her CAPTORS and every time she had seen the face of another, all the while cconsidering Michael’s own appearance overall. ❝ But you are——— you are a pretty person as well. Inside and out. Most would think I was just a crazy woman. ❞ Even if he didn’t know EVERYTHING, he still accepted what he was given. Though perhaps that was just due to both being hunted even if it was for very different reasons.
@blumyranore said:‘ i wanna make ‘em scared . ’ ↪ billie eilish lyrics
It wasn’t as if it hadn’t crossed her mind before. To stop running and hiding and to finally FIGHT BACK, put that fear in them. That exact same terror that they had inflicted on their own race for hundreds, no, thousands of years and forced them to live in utter SOLITUDE. Now that she was learning more about the truth of her people rather than the lies she had been spoon-fed as a child, that anger was rising. Perhaps an anger that Rhosyn had felt her entire life. Aurelia had felt it once, briefly, and had taken out everyone in that bunker she could after finding her sisters with holes in their heads in retaliation. But instead, she had done what others of her kind had done for so long in the aftermath: FLED. Ran away and kept running until she had stumbled across this home and someone just like her. A new sister in the chaos and in the ever haunting PARANOIA that would continue to follow them until they were finally stopped.
Aurelia reached a hand across the table, covering the other’s and lavender eyes meet cerulean. ❝ As much as I’d love nothing more than to turn the tables, I believe that it will take much MORE than just the two of us. I’ve been on the other side and they have many more people than you’d think after our kind. ❞ And, unfortunately, NUMBERS simply weren’t something the Myranores had any longer. Not since Man had decided to use them and attempt to wipe them out time and time again. Two, even with their powers and even if Aurelia’s were more powerful after generations of testing, were simply not ENOUGH to put a stop to it all.