“ i missed my father’s death by less than an hour, ” kira speaks softly, her hands resting atop of the raktajino mug. julian’s already seen her tears — her raw, unadulterated regrets & guilt. brown eyes look off into the distance, a heavy sigh leaves her lips when whilst the last few breaths of ghemor plays in her mind. briefly, her eyes meet jadzia’s ( @galaxyraised ) & in that moment, she bows her head as a laugh escapes. “ i’m sorry — i ... i’m sure this isn’t what you had in mind for the evening. ”














