#emorality001.

[trikeryon]

“  whose blood?  ”  she hovers close by,  her hand on the hilt of her sword that hangs low on her hip.  the new planet had her on edge,  the thought of calling somewhere else home caused the former general unease,  and the violence that she could only assume had occurred solidified that deep-seeded fear.  she studies emori closely,  an eyebrow raised upward.  it doesn’t take much to know that what stains her clothing isn’t hers. 

a woman of very few words,  anya opts for getting straight to the point        what she lacks in subtlety she makes up in other avenues.  “  what happened here?  ”

@emorality​,  starter call. 

[astralgeniusarchived]

            keep it together,   reyes.    she can hear sinclair,   she can even hear wick but it does nothing to still her unsteady hands.   the responsibility weighs heavily on her shoulders and while she’s already set herself to work mode,   the magnitude of the task at hand was wholly overwhelming.   inhaling slowly,   raven quietly began to size up the pod in the docking bay,   stopping only to grimace at the damage caused from their not-so graceful entry.   at the time it hadn’t mattered how they got onto the ark,   they needed to survive no matter the cost,   but now?  

an intense feeling of dread starts to waft over her,   bottom lip caught between her teeth as she takes a step back from the vessel.   they had the time to kill but she couldn’t spend day in and day out working on their way home,   they had to make their own selves comfortable first        they had to make this hunk of junk livable or they’d just wind up losing more of their minds.   

❛   what a goddamn mess.   ❜   she breathes out and lets out a nervous chuckle as she begins to rid herself of her jacket,   tossing it on the table she had them drag down for her.   there was a bright side,   the thought of which causes raven to scoff outright.   ❛   at least i’ve got more than a week.   ❜   /   @emorality