I LOVE THIS MEME PLEASE, accepting.
blood blooms from the lacerations atop her knuckles. fists clenched raw, trembling as the dull pain shoots through her arm. boxes of empty metal cargo containers dented and bloodied as she pictures the face of that cardassian she’d met earlier.
she remembers being six years old and taking her little brother, reon, to look for food for their starved family —— then it’s a chilled shiver running up her spine as she remembers everything vividly. eyes shut tight, tempering the panic that threatens to rise as her heart refuses to settle despite her best effort to calm herself. kira throws another punch, as the panic of watching her little brother cry out of fear sickens her.
then as if her throat’s closing, as if her hair’s being pulled out —— nerys cries as if she was that terrified child being threatened to be sent to an orphanage by the very same cardassian present at the conference. he was younger but just as dubious. through the midst of her sobs, she still has the will to stand and bludgeon the object.
but before she could throw another punch she hears foreign footsteps and immediately stops. glassy doe eyes look at the general direction of the fiery red hair. tears stain her cheeks with dried up patches of blood rusting at the corners of her lips.
kira wants to speak. kira wants to protest as @dannsa-dotair approaches. kira desperately wants to persuade the other that she’s fine —— after all, what sort of commanding officer breaks down at the sight of a species that’s exploited her people? she doesn’t have a monopoly on trauma.
pull away. pull away, nerys! her head bows, burying her face against the crook of beverly’s neck. kira sobs and whimpers some unintelligible words.in spite of everything —— nerys knows that deep down, she needs comfort.
❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated
