#beastlyinsides

[empathicmimicry]

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Isn’t it arm and not man?

wtf my autocorrect is drunk, thanks

[hobgoblinprime]

Ficlet - Nurse Me - for my Kirk

I placed a tea bag into the bottom of his cup and filled it within half an inch from the top with boiling water. He will complain that he would prefer coffee, of course, but the tea blend will supposedly help with his condition. The virus has played havoc with his immune system, and modern medical science has been of little help. Were Dr. McCoy available I was certain that he would be throwing one of his emotional fits about me of all people resorting to beads and rattles to make Jim feel better. As the aroma of the tea reached my nose, filling them with the scent of eucalyptus and mint, I had to admit that the doctor would be correct in his assumptions.

  With the tea, a bowl of chicken soup, which from my research was also supposed to make Jim feel better, I entered the bedroom. He was sitting up in the bed, stacks of books on the bedspread and one laying open in his lap. He had a piece of tissue tucked under his nose and let out a sneeze of epic proportion.

  “I see that I did not return a minute too soon.” I set the tray over his legs and then sat on the edge of the bed. I had no fear of catching his cold, and even if I could, I would still want to be near him. “The soup and tea are both at optimum consumable temperature. I had the soup delivered from that deli that you like, and the tea is from a shop that Uhura told me about. Both are supposed to make you feel better.”

  “You are too good to me, Spock.” The Admiral picked up the tea and sniffed at the cup, a frown creasing his forehead. “Perhaps I spoke to soon. This smells vile.”

  “The fragrance is not dissimilar to the natives of Andorwan VII. I believe you found them most entertaining.”

  “I wasn’t going to drink them.” He took a small sip and shook his head. “And I’m not going to drink that.”

  “Jim, you must. We are to attend the graduation ceremonies at the Academy tomorrow. You are the keynote speaker. You can not—“

  “Do that if I’m sneezing my head off and wheezing like an old man.” He pursed his lips and held the cup up to me in a toast. “Fine. I’ll drink it. I’ll do it for you. But next time I’m asked to speak at a graduation, I’m going to give them your number.”

  “I will attempt to fit any such occasion into my schedule. Now onto the soup. I am quite certain that you find nothing amiss about it.” I watched as he scooped one mouthful after another into his mouth. His hair was grayer than mine. More lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes, and he was slowly fading away before my eyes. In that moment I would have given anything to be fully human, even if it meant catching his cold.  

[wininthetardis]

beastlyinsides would like some coffee

"No...Sarah 's too early to take those out. I need the dough to rise for about twenty more minutes." When the newest employee slid the dough back onto the counter, Winter waved her off and leaned against the wall while closing her eyes for a moment. "Long day. Looooong day."

[inmyclutches]

• beastlyinsides

You look like him.

[that-sassy-host]

beastlyinsides entered Caritas

"Oh" Lorne stopped by the unfamiliar brunet man and smiled,"And you're knew around here,aren't you,honey?.May I ask what's your name?."

[thatellebitch]

Let's Be Bad Guys || Sylar/Elle

Elle had spent a week looking up old contacts from the Company and people who knew people who knew people who could help her and Sylar start their hopefully lucrative business. She was looking forward to it, because the Veronica Mars private detective gig was boring as snot, and Elle didn't like being bored at all. 

She had a target for them. He was even a special, which would make Mr. Grumpy Pants happy if he got there in time. Elle tapped her foot, which wasn't nearly as cute as it was in her designer heels instead of the functional boots that we had tied around her ankles. 

"Come on," she said with a big sigh that blew her bangs out of her eyes. "If this guy gets away, it is not my fault. Aren't you supposed to always be on time?" 

[thatellebitch]

What do you mean I don't have boobs to eat off of? +beastlyinsides

[watchmakersylar]

OOC Goodnight

Thanks for a great day of RP on all my accounts. See you tomorrow.