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“Listen, I’m not who you think I am...”
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“You’re---- YOU’RE HUMAN?” Jack lowered the gun in his hands a fraction, staring at the girl in disbelief. It took him a few moments, but finally regaining his composure, he rose it again. “The Master. Where is he?”
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It is late at night, and Aella should be alone. These are the two prevalent thoughts the moment she hears something creak on the ship behind her. Her current starship is well-crafted, indeed, but there are still tells when it is near silent, and there is only the hum of the warp coils to keep one company.
The first time she heard the movement, she bid it away. She was imagining it. It was the play acting of her ill mind. The second time, her fingers clenched against her screen, but she still did not look.
It was only when she was sure that she was sensing someone that she finally turned around, face impassive, eyes scanning the room for the figure.
𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃. There are unspoken secrets of course, on both sides; the link that ties them together and builds the foundation of their friendship, the troubles sleeping and the nightmares that frequently recur, is at the same time the only aspect of their lives where experiences overlap. And perhaps it’s better that way, there’s something relievingly mundane about not asking too many questions. It’s easy to invite her out to a pub – to drag her there if necessary, lest she wilts in the presence of her own misery. Nightmares can easily be replaced by sleepless hours spent listening to breathy singers on a small, dusty stage and a few shots of liquor, preferably surrounded by just as enthusiastic patrons. She doesn’t have to think about her work, doesn’t have to think about her worries, and quite frankly, the times that she indeed manages to make Elenore laugh, it’s contagious. Although... perhaps too contagious.
There’s hardly ever a reason to not trust her instinct. But when Elenore leans against her shoulder this time, she knows – knows before the younger woman nuzzles her neck, still snorting in laughter, that she should have better pushed her away. Instead she lingers, gaze cast over Elenore’s cheeks reddened by liquor and elation, and slowly travelling to the curve of her lips. Withdrawing just a little, to prevent a disaster, would have been better. But she doesn’t. Lips meet briefly, almost reluctantly, before she pulls back and rubs across the inner corners of her eyes. It’s not that she regrets it, but Elenore might. Enough friendships have been ruined by alcohol-induced escapades.
“ Come on, it’s late... I’m walking you home. ”
@bakcr sent ❋ for a drunken kiss.
@bakcr asked: *gives him the quickest peck bc he saved her life or something...but kisses!*
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 -- that is the saying , isn’t it ? the height of excitement at the end of a thrilling or otherwise threatening event . 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 ! a freak impulse to show a display of happiness ; he doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with that . why should there be ? the lips that part from him leave him with a gentle smile to show for it .
❝ is this something i’m going to have to get used to whenever i save your life or is this a one off ? ❞
@bakcr / c.
he’s being aggressive and he knows it ---- but enoch can’t bring himself to care. ( or maybe it’s that he cares too much. that must be it, that’s always what it comes down to with him. ) he’s used to routine, and order, and everything staying exactly as it is, the status quo. they exist -- the five of them -- in a little bubble, one that enoch is not keen on allowing to be punctured. their lives, invaded by someone new. someone who takes up space in the heart of a person he’s been shut out from.
and then ( and then!! ) she has the audacity to suggest that they’re all a family, and something in the hologram just snaps. even as she stutters out an apology, or an explanation, or whatever it is she’s trying to convey, his expression remains dark; he snaps back.
“you thought wrong.” it’s not about her, of course it isn’t, it’s about him, and it’s about rios, and it’s about the fact that he’s even been bickering with the other holograms for the last few days, but nothing about their current situation feels like family. at least not how he’s always imagines families should be. ( but perhaps that’s what happens when all the movies and holonovels depict nuclear families with no problems whatsoever. ) “we keep to ourselves. the captain doesn’t even like us. doesn’t like anyone, actually, so.”
@bakcr, tell me what’s wrong
& teeth bite down on her lower lip as her shoulders slump. blue eyes lift to look at the lieutenant in front of her. souffle seemed to be the only dish that she couldn’t get right - ellie wondered if it was what she was working with, or if she truly just didn’t have the talent for it. ❛ this is my fourth one, ❜ the brunette gestured to the deflated bowl, lower lip now jutting forward in a pout.
❛ i just can’t seem to get it right, ❜ ellie huffed and threw off the oven mitt, as she slumped further down onto the bar stool. ❛ not the most pressing thing to be upset about but i mean… i have to feed the crew something. ❜ & no the replicator was NOT an option.
At this point, it was likely most logical for Aella to submit sympathies and take her leave. After all, she was not particularly handy with food -- any food further than soup, that was. She did not believe she needed vast knowledge in the area of food preparation to recognize that soup and... ah, whatever it was that was in the bowl before her were quite different dishes.
“Is it imperative that you feed the crew this?”
@bakcr / c.
and what if the place you lived was not your home? what if you spent nearly half your life there, but never saw it as home? the questions linger on the vulcan’s lips but he doesn’t ask, only giving ellie a scrutinizing look up and down. “sometimes, i think the question shouldn’t be why i left, but why i stayed for so long.” he tries to smile at her, and fails. his own food remains untouched in front of him. “i never expected captain rios to start traveling with other people again.” he frowns now, brow creased. “where did you come from?”
