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[miss-polly]

“can we get back to talking about the plan ??” - Stakar

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She's trying not to lose her head in front of the commander. Admiral? King? Was he a king? Polly had a feeling that was the sort of question that would get her laughed at, and she had enough on her plate as it was. Martinex had lost an arm, Kee was drinking petrol, and there was a hole in her kitchen. The ship's kitchen, she corrected herself quickly.

And everyone was just okay with that?

"Right, yes, of course," she said, nodding as best she could. But Polly had no skill in hiding her every thought, and her voice came out as strained as she felt, forehead wrinkled in her sad attempt at looking calm. "The plan. I'm bait, right?" As if she could do anything else on a ship like this. "I stand around and look defenseless, and you have someone stop the bad guys in the nick of time, right? Or whomever you're trying to catch?"

There was a hole in her kitchen. Right above the stove. That's a recipe for disaster, and she's not going to be able to look thoughtless and carefree if she doesn't say something sooner rather than later.

"Are people going to cook something while I'm planet side? Because..."

Polly trailed off, second guessing herself. Because something was going to explode. And on a ship like this, she didn't exactly know if that was considered a bad thing.

She hoped it was. For the sake of tomorrow's breakfast, she really hoped it was.

[archaeval]

"I don't mean to cause a panic, Ma'am, but...Should we kiss?" -⭐️🦅

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"Only after I go show you some horses. After that, we should probably get married."

[archaeval]

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"You're tired," she says, lacing her fingers together gently. It's hard to say when either of them got a proper night's sleep, and no doubt he'd argue. But if he went much longer without rest, she'd easily resort to reminding him that overexertion put the ship in danger far more than a few hours' rest.

"The crew is worried about you." She paused, pressing her lips together, and made herself speak more honestly. "I'm worried about you."

[archaeval]

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[archaeval]

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SHE’S NOT PLEASED IN THE LEAST. Not that it was easy to tell, considering how Ruby’s features left her with a very impressive resting bitch face, but her disappointment was clear enough as she spoke: "He is literally going around, telling everyone, Nice to meet you, I am vampire.”

[archaeval]

💋 for a random kiss with Stakar

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RUBY DOESN’T KNOW HOW SHE GOT HERE. Well -- she does know, because Jane and Tara had invited her to a tree-tea-party, and Ruby could never say no to the girls for long. But somewhere between one branch and the next, Ruby wound up upside down, one foot wedged into a notch in the wood.

Stakar certainly hadn’t wasted any time in coming over to see what was going on, but Ruby couldn’t entirely hold it against him for taking his time. Rare was the day that saw her half so flustered and disheveled. Her face burned as she hung there helplessly, watching him approach and press a quick kiss to her lips before deigning to help.

Ruby almost squawked, embarrassment doubling as the girls giggled from their spot among the leaves. “Just get me down--” She hissed, desperate to get herself put back together if only so she didn’t have to deal with the brutal teasing of their six-year-olds above.

[archaeval]

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STARS DRIFT SLOWLY AROUND THE STATION, changing slowly over the eons. She’s been here almost as long as the ships have, with their shimmering solar sails, their elegant radiation-shielded design. The station mistress herself, half-bionic with those extra brass arms hidden under her coat, was as much a part of this place as the pneumatic tubes, sending packages and schedules around the different floors, or out into the cosmos with their tiny boosters, rocketing away to distant stars. It was slow going, but one couldn’t deny the charm of a hand-written letter delivered to your doorstep.

She missed nothing -- not even a star ship docking on the back end of the station without so much as a by-your-leave. If she didn’t know better, she would guess that someone was trying to sneak in.

Her heels clicked, bustle skirts hissing as she crossed the shining floors, down to the dock where the ship stood proud, the crew slowly unloading themselves. There were pubs and shops aplenty at her station, but Ruby had no interest in letting ruffians wander about like they own the place. “Evening,” she said, approaching the man who looked the most in charge. “I wasn’t told there’d be anyone coming in today.” Polite as she sounded, her expression made clear that this was a scolding.

There were no shirking the rules here. Spots had to be reserved at least five minutes before docking, and there was to be no illicit trading within a lightyear of the station. They looked the type who would need the reminder, she thought unkindly, but Ruby had never been known to be kind. “I’ll be needing a name, please.”

[archaeval]

[from Stakar] SPOTS TO KISS + 31

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31. a kiss on the palm.

METALLIC WHISPERS SOUND WITH EVERY SHIFT of her fingers, shining silver in the starlight. She sat with Stakar in her newest extension, towers of memory banks circling a mirrored imitation of a pond. The wires had been arranged carefully, traversing the metal flooring like the roots of trees. She'd been so proud of it, had all but whisked Stakar here the second his ship touched down.

They sat here now, between the archive of flowers that grew in the cores of gas giants, and he history of gardening tools in the Nexus Quadrant. One of her hands played lazily with his hair, another twining its fingers with his own. She let him move her limbs as he pleased, chatting on about how trowels had made a return three thousand years after falling out of favor due to these three reasons.

Her body, though largely mechanical, was still sensitive. Her two organic hands, doubly so, and she leaned in as he lifted one to his mouth, kissing it gently. Ruby hummed, brushing her own lips against his brow softly, a brief pause before she went off on a tangent about how the rediscovery of ancient metalworking techniques brought back handheld tools for another five centuries before once again becoming incorporated into mechanized gardeners for good.

[archaeval]

zooms in here, smooches wife, zooms out :3c - stakar

unprompted ;

SHE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TIME to put down her book before he's gone again, horrible man that he is. She's got no choice but to send him a subtly flirtatious message and make him drag his ass back in here for a proper kiss.

[archaeval]

💋 From Stakar

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SHE FALLS INTO THE KISS as easily as breathing. Stakar is as much her home as the little house around them, just right for a family of five. Jane and Tara snore gently, half buried under Einstein’s protective fluff, while their movie reaches the end credits, volume turned way down low. “Love you, Puppy” she murmured against his lips, twining her fingers between his with a grin.

[archaeval]

💟 for a delicate kiss from Stakar

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EVEN NOW, THERE WERE DAYS SHE WAS UNWELL. Ruby kept a strict routine at the best of times, up before dawn to have tea or a walk during the sunrise. It was easy to tell when something was wrong, long before the girls were rubbing their eyes at the breakfast table. Einstein had whined at the bedroom door all morning, and she couldn’t so much as pull herself out of bed to see them off to the bus stop.

It came at no small relief when Stakar came in to let her know they were on their way to school without issue, even if his voice did nothing but make her curl up, gut twisting, skin itching, memories pushed too far to the front of her mind. She flinched when he leaned down to brush her hair out of her face. Stiffened when he kissed her brow.

For the longest time, she couldn’t so much as be looked at on days like this. Ruby could barely stand the idea of eyes on her, much less someone’s attention. But when he pulled away with promises of coffee, Ruby reached out to snag her fingers at the hem of his shirt. Her voice would not come easily on a day like this, but at the very least, her meaning was clear. 

Don’t go. Not just yet.

[archaeval]

Henlo miss ruby how is your hansum starship husband

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“THERE ARE PLANETS MADE OF FIRE,” she answers with a rare, wistful grin reserved only for those quiet moments of stargazing, watching the cosmos move past at unbelievable speeds, yet appearing so slow as to be stationary. “Planets where it rains diamonds, and black holes so dense that galaxies circle them for eternity. There are clouds the size of solar systems made up of ethyl alcohol, and there are flowers.” 

Her voice nearly breaks at the beauty of it all. Here in her crystal-and-steel fortress in the middle of the stars, Ruby is so far from everything she knows. Rooms and floors and wings of memory banks don’t compare to the real thing. She’s sure of it. She yearns for it. “There is so much beauty. There is so much.” 

“He is bringing it to me, slowly. He brings me gifts from places I will never go. Books, music, flowers...” She looks out the glass window, across the miles to her arboretum, a small, verdant room amongst all the metal. “He brings me flowers. What else is there to say?”

[archaeval]

SHE CLASPED HER HANDS TOGETHER, already thinking that it had been a mistake to come up here. Of course her own feelings mattered little to him -- nor should they, logically speaking. She was cargo to him, a bounty to be brought in and result in heavy pockets. But her daughter was here, and safe, and he was taking her -- well. Home, she supposed. And he deserved something resembling civility in turn.

"It's the job all the same," she insists, feeling the muscles in her throat try to constrict around the words. She's too skilled at biting down her fear regardless. "I'm afraid, captain, I've too good a skill at knowing how to recognize when a man has overexerted himself. His thoughts start to wander. He is more easily distracted. And his reaction time slows. It's a danger to his crew."

He had been up longer than usual. Security needed to be tight on this job. Stakar had a  strong reputation as a powerful leader. As such, it was his duty to keep his crew in top condition, and to make sure the bounty arrived in few enough pieces that it was still valuable. 

It was his mission to make any ships considering an attack believe he was as unfeeling and distant as the stars themselves. Everyone on his ship, however, knew different. In truth, his crew was exhausted, and had been doing their best to keep his guest, their bounty, as comfortable  and safe as she could be on a ravager ship.

“Nice of you t’care.” He replied, humorous lilt in his tone, as he tapped the screen in front of him. “You don’t gotta worry about me. Keepin’ a lookout is the easiest part of the job.”