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“ forty-six, now, actually. “ she can’t help the little smirk that sparks at his reaction. “ phlox has been helping me brush up on my denobulan. “

[guttersniper]

@leften4nt said: it’s good to see you got your appetite back.

deep space nine.

being hungry, he’s discovered, is like being lonely -- never know how bad it is until he starts to eat, or spends time around other people, listening to breathing that isn’t his own. his appetite comes and goes, some days ravenous and some days nothing and very little in between, but he’ll store up the food and eat as he needs. or eat it all at once. 

sometimes, when he starts eating he can’t stop, like he’s trying to put a stopper in a black hole. those are the bad days. other times, he over-rations, as though the food could be withdrawn any time, and he’ll need to be ready any time to go without for days, weeks, again. those are the bad days, too. he’s not sure he even has good days, or if being numb is as close as he gets.

he blinks up at malcolm, solidly unimpressed with the interruption, but not bothering to snap and snarl. “ -- helps that the food is okay. “ it really doesn’t. he’d eat anything. has, before. he’s never really had a choice to be picky, the luxury to have preferences. people like it when you talk this way, though. not that he gives a shit about pleasing people, either. 

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾                     @leften4nt asked:   ❝  you seem content here.  happy,  even?  ❞

Christine was far too well humored to ever fall into complete despair. A fit of melancholy here and there were good for the soul, and reminded her of what was important, but most of the time, no matter the circumstances, she could find joy.

The eternally hungry sadness never figured out how to sink its talons into her heart for too long. When she dreamed of time-travelling, this ship — often discussed by starfleet officials, practically unknown to her — was never a popular destination. Or a destination at all. She thought of times that were too far gone to ever be reached.

A slight restlessness is the only outward sign that taints her otherwise happy demeanour, prickling at the edge, clawing to get out. To go back somewhere. As happy as she can make herself, she misses her world, her people, she gave too much of her heart to them and now there is an aching hole in her chest.

❛    I don't know how to be anything else.     ❜  It would be a waste of time. Going through the world all sad and quiet when there is so much to see, it would make her wither inside to hold herself back in such a manner. So she lives, and shines, even if it hurts. ❛    I can play the role for you, if that'd make you more comfortable.     ❜

CONVERSATIONAL  SENTENCE  STARTERS  

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❛  lieutenant,  ❜ nature or nurture, one of them had shaped travis into an incredibly patient man. it was what allowed him to flourish in space. for all of the excitement they ran into, most of the time, his job was keeping the ship in the right direction and avoiding bad stretches of space. so he could hang with the best of them — after one hour of nodding and praying for an explosion, he decided to get himself court martialled.

slapping his hands together, he took a step forward and put them both on reed`s shoulders, breathing out a wary sigh. ❛  did you hear phlox is showing... something today?  ❜ the burgeoning interest he expressed in tactical was forgotten; he just wanted to eat and go to sleep so he didn't accidentally crash the ship tomorrow. and he had been really enjoying the lieutenant's explanation too! it was just... a lot.

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character / blog association.

animal: side-striped jackal ( hah ) color(s): magenta. deep, rusty red. month: august song: trust me by ky voss number: 13 day or night: day - late afternoon, specifically plant: the common dandelion ( resilient and determined to sprout and grow anywhere, no matter how many times you try to get rid of it ) smell: cheap cigarettes. copper. motor oil. gemstone: bloodstone season: late summer, with its intense afternoon heat and unpredictable lightning storms place: the roof of rogue comapny's primary headquarters food: anything she can get her hands on and can eat relatively quickly - she's a creature of convenience ( has a massive sweet tooth, though ) astrological sign: scorpio element: water drink: black coffee. matcha, on occasion.

tagged by: @leften4nt ( thank u beloved mwah <3 ) tagging: [soulja boy vc] YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU ( tag me if u do it uwu )

[guttersniper]

@leften4nt said: 22. a protective hug /they are hanging out in the jefferies tube :(

hugs.

no. no, he resolves, jerkily shaking his head. the set and line of his jaw is stern. he doesn’t want to say, and it is unlikely malcolm wants to know. his fingers quiver, and he wraps his hands around his kneecaps to cease the involuntary movement.

he hates the way he’s being looked at. it’s a smaller hate than the current disgust that comes from not being as sutured together and soldier-straight that he always is. 

an arm -- almost timidly, he thinks, as if second guessing himself and yet still continuing -- settles over his shoulders. fingers mold into the sinew and bone of his opposite upper arm, comforting. it’s only his eyes that move, sharp and sidelong as they settle on his company’s profile. 

“ nothing’s the matter. “ his voice is scarcely audible, lips hardly moving against one another. he blinks, stiff enough in the quiet where he can hear the click. “ it isn’t good for your knee to be bent like that. “ a little head nod in the direction of afflicted body part, injury sustained in the skirmish and escape that had occurred earlier. always worried about everybody, but never himself. 

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character / blog association.

animal: snowshoe hare

color(s):  pinks, oranges, warm yellows and soft blues

month: june, the end of spring and the start of summer, when the sun is bright and all the flowers are in bloom.

song: jackie onassis by sammy rae and friends

number: three.

day or night: day.

plant: sunflower.

smell: clean, traces of lavender, like a spring wind.

gemstone: garnet.

season: summer.

place: a room filled with people she loves. There is an orange cake in the oven and a place for her to sit down and relax

food: orange cake, sandwiches made with day-old bread, banana sundaes

astrological sign: libra.

element: fire.

drink: peppermint tea, burning-pipe coffee

tagged by:  @leften4nt tagging: @owedfavors, @dereiserne, @astraldestiny (brooks!)