#exb7

[spacedoc]

𝐀   𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐎𝐅             resources   rarely   made   the   doctor   fret .       he   had   learnt   in   youth   to   use   what   he   could   find ,        something   he   had   taken   to   heart   and   practised   to   near   perfection .         leonard   trusted   his   hands   a   great   deal   more   than   modern   day   equipment ,      especially   when   met   with   an   over   complicated   device   designed   for   the   aid   of   something   simple .          medical   blade   is   fashioned   from   a   loose   blade   in   his   supplies   and   scattered   debris ,      he’d   managed   to   avoid   slicing   skin   when   manoeuvring   the   miniature   object   sharp   enough   to   remove   a   fingertip .         it   wasn’t   much ,       nothing   to   be   proud   of ,        but   it   wouldn’t   stop   him   from   grinning .            what ,   am   i   supposed   to   be   impressed ?

he   doesn’t   allow   @exb7​′s   comment   to   deter   his   mood ,      and   stands   to   hold   it   aloft   to   the   bizarre   shade   of   sunlight   above   them .                                            ❝  this   ain’t   impressive .       stick   around   and   i   might   just   do   somethin’   with   this   that’ll   knock   your   socks   off .  ❞               

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆    𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒    /     accepting  

[nobleimportance]

╰   ✨    @exb7​ ﹕asked to be bullied into friendship by donna

          “I get the feeling that sometimes you need someone to stop you from going too far.”

[iamselfmade]

“ call me, even if it's the middle of the night. “

He smiled, albeit tiredly. "Thank you. You can do the same for me, okay? You can always call me or come find me.” A pause. “I miss him, too.”

He leaned against her and put an arm around her. “I love you. You’re my family. That means you can show up without warning and I’ll always have a place for you to rest.”

[knowsvaluemoved]

❛  you  do  look  like  you  can  handle  yourself .  ❜        @exb7

HANDS  BRUSH  AGAINST  THE  FABRIC  OF  HER  SKIRT  ,  eyebrows  raised  at  the  other  woman  .  “  i’ve  spent  over  hundred  years  handling  myself  ,  so  yes  i’d  say  that  i  can.  ”  she’s  a  little  more  harsh  that  what  the  moment  deserves  ,  but  she  doesn’t  take  well  to  strangers  at  the  best  of  times  and  right  now  ,  after  she’s  been  running  for  her  life  ,  it  doesn’t  bode  well  .  “  that  came  out  a  bit  harsh  ,  i  aplogize  .  after  eighty  years  of  running  for  my  life  ,  you  would  think  i  would  get  used  to  it  .”    

[upstars]

@exb7​   —   ❛      you   don’t   understand.      ❜   /   accepting.

jean-luc   can   feel   the   terror   in   the   room   as   he   stares   at   seven,   silent   and   pensive.   the   tension   between   them   is   so   thick   that   a   knife   could   suffice   in   cutting   through   it.   she   obviously   has   some   very   intense,   very   personal   emotions   about   what's   going   on   and   while   he   isn't   privy   to   her   reasoning   just   yet,   he   knows   this   is   of   the   utmost   importance.   ❝   help   me   understand,   then.   ❞   jean-luc   invites   gently.

[iamselfmade]

Seemingly out of the blue, in a truly rare instance, Seven approaches and gives Hugh a massive hug

Hug hugs her back as tightly as he can. Seven makes him feel safe. He sighs, finally relaxing.

[fatalelity]

@exb7​ :  5) sender is in a vulnerable state and the only person they trust is receiver,  who approaches them to try and help.    meme,  accepting.

it’s as if they’ve been transported back in time when she’s first seen her on voyager.  that fear, that confusion that riddles the other woman — they’re not that many years apart & yet, she feels protective towards her like family. no, she is family. annika, they decided to call her — to reclaim her humanity. yet here she is, annika standing there before her looking the very same when she was seven of nine experiencing those nightmares, those flashbacks, & the confusion of what or why she felt what she felt. 

❝  a-annie —ka. a-annika, are you ... are you hurt?   ❞   a tricorder withdrawn from her chest, she immediately starts scanning her — immediately checking her cortical implant, terrified of the possible effects of all this ... emotions that she too, is embodying upon entering a close proximity. 

that voice in her mind, yelling at her to think like a doctor is so loud but not as loud at that grief she could feel in every inch of her body : the way how her chest is so tight, the way how her larynx contracts, the way how her eyes burn, the sheer rattling of her ribcage from her rage, her sadness ... everything seven feels, she embodies — and god, this isn’t about her but she needs to ground herself ... ground each other so, without thinking she throws her arms around her shoulders & pulls her in tight. 

❝  i got you ... i got you ... i’m here, annika. i’m here.  ❞  

[unsteals-archived]

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “        ♡        @exb7​.

         ❝ and leave you behind?  not a chance. ❞   layla’s surprised that seven’s surprised, in all honesty. her eyes dance around the room, particularly up towards the catwalk that circles close to the ceiling. empty... so far. there’s a weapon in her hand so she feels a little protected, but she’d very much like to get out of here now that she’s got seven with her. she doesn’t walk away; she doesn’t leave people, especially not in danger.