#oc: t'val

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zh'Ezkel to the left and then T'val and zh'Ezkel.

I would say the picrew to the left is a better rep of her personality and shade of blue. Either hairstyle works for her, though she hates having her hair tied back in anyway.

Picrew for the left pic and meiker for the one to the right.

T'val is supposed to have slight sideburns but those weren't there for the meiker RIP

And tagging @afraidofrabbits belatedly because I forgot sorry :(

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I Wanna Be Yours (II) + R U Mine?

Now the double feature for T'val!

Divider from saradika

Absurd–utterly absurd. That was the only way T'val could describe it.

He kept his eyes on his screen, but she was right there, within the peripheral of his vision. She was focused, as always, despite her unpredictable and explosive nature–something deemed ill fitting even by Andorian standards.

Yet the moment they met, he had been unable to erase her from his thoughts. Even when away from her, their jobs done for the day, he could catch a whiff of her as if she was always rounding the corner of a hallway of his mind.

He forced his breathing to remain the same and his heart to continue its steady beat. Why did he find himself so entranced by an alien such as she? Not only was she the wrong species, but they would be utterly and wholly incompatible for what a life form's purpose was–offspring and continuation of the species.

T'val moved to the next screen. He needed to find away to properly purge himself of this attraction. It was not just distracting, but it was unproductive. There was nothing to be gained. She was too emotional, too volatile–and she had a life of her own to pursue and live. What good would she gain from courting a Vulcan? Aside from utter and total dishonor to her family name, and that would have been the least of her worries, T'val could only begin to guess.

Written to "I Wanna Be Yours" by The Arctic Monkeys

T'val could barely focus. Something was horribly wrong and he didn't know what–which made the situation all the more horrifying.

He could have laughed. A Vulcan horrified?

Instead, he felt the room heat up and his head pulsed like it was going to crack open the skull and let whatever was inside fall out onto the floor. But he couldn't be seen like this. Yet he had to alert the captain what was going on. he was losing control and a danger to the ship–a danger to all aboard it.

Yet despite it all, images of that Andorian flashed through his mind. Why did he have to care about her more than the rest? There was no reason to.

his heart pounded against his ribs, making his side ache and him wanting to rip into it and tear it out. The more he thought of zh'Ezkel, the stronger his heart beat. 

This was not good.

What did he care if she was interested in others?

Yet he knew she was only interested in him. In a deep, logical denial about it. Yet denial nonetheless. Denial that was starting to gnaw away at him. Denial that was starting to drive him mad of all things.

Something was horribly wrong. The transporter accident had been no benign accident as they had all hoped.

But how was he going to alert the crew of  this without putting her–no the whole ship–the whole ship was at risk?

And it only increased the more he thought and wanted to know–was he Ezkel's? Was she the one who wanted him truly as he was? Because he knew he wanted to be with her regardless and the absolute clarity of such a thing filled him with a sickly dread.

Written to "R U Mine?" by Arctic Monkeys

@afraidofrabbits sorry for the double tag

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"Please Hold"

And now we get another little hint of zh'Ezkel's backstory. She's not coping so well so suicidal ideation warning

She sat at the table, bandages tight around her once more. Her antennae had regrown and were twitching and drifting, as if excited to return.

If only the rest of her had felt that way.

zh'Ezkel looked at the bowl in front of her. The spoon next to it was familiar, but she wasn't sure about how to grab it or use it. Other than possibly sticking it in her eye. But she knew that wasn't the correct course of action.

She closed her eyes and tried to think about breathing. Maybe she could make it stop if she thought long enough. Or become aware of her heartbeat–

"Enough."

zh'Ezkel's eyes snapped open. She was back on the ship, the gentle hum reminding her of her new job and new life. Another dream, another reminder of what had brought her here.

She rolled out of bed, the desire to just get through another day a weak pulse. A pulse as weak as hers had been at the bottom of that cave. Had they just left her to die–

No. It wasn't her pulse that had been weakening at the bottom fo the cave. It had ben Vin's. She cringed and shook her head. No more memories. No more names. It was time to move on–

Footsteps she could hear through her doors.

"Lt., you are late once more," said the ever grating voice of T'val.

"I am not," zh'Ezkel snapped.

A pause. He was probably re-calibrating. "You are–"

"Check the time. Still adjusting to the time up here versus planet-side back on Vulcan, are we?" She raised her voice to ensure he heard her.

"There is no need to raise your voice," he said after a moment.

"You clearly sound like you need the extra reminder."

"Permission to enter?"

"Yeah, sure, fine," zh'Ezkel snapped. She paused in getting dressed, then remembered most cultures were in fact bothered by nudity.

The doors hissed open and T'val entered. He didn't seem to notice her half dressed state–or more accurately he very much did but was on duty and was not going to say anything. "As you can see…" his eyes drifted to the clock on her wall; the Starfleet official one.

zh'Ezkel raised an annoyed brow–her antennae followed the motion.

Written to "Baby Hotline" by Jack Strauber's Micropop

@afraidofrabbits tagging as requested!

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Francis Forever + Something In The Way

A double feature of zh'Ezkel to avoid cluttering things. Just sort of working and poking at these to get a better feel for the characters. There is a story and plot slowly forming in all this.

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zh'Ezkel stood in front of the large porthole. It was time for relaxation and sleep, but once again she couldn't find the ability to lay still long enough. Despite how cramped the beds on the ship were compared to back home, it felt too large and too empty to her.

So, she glared outside, watching the stars go by.

Her antennae twitched. But instead of footsteps, she sensed something else–something all too familiar yet it was foreign and strange given the source.

"Another period of insomnia?" Asked the familiar timber of T'val.

zh'Ezkel huffed, her antennae twitching once more. She forced them to point ahead. "And?"

"You have done well to report to the bridge ahead fo schedule for the last ten Earth-standard days."

"Okay. You're not my doctor." She huffed, glancing at him.

He said nothing, not right away. But he met her gaze and zh'Ezkel had to accept the familiar sense of longing had been from him. She felt her eyes twitch to study him. That couldn't be right. There was no way she could be sensing that from him, and from a Vulcan no less.

Written to "Francis Forever" by Mitzki

zh'Ezkel stared at the darkness above. She could die right now and that would be fine. She didn't care because she knew in her heart the others had died. And with how the blood around her had congealed, she had to have been on the ground for some time now.

Yet she could feel her ribs expand with every breath she took.

The world spun when she tried to move. Her antennae had been hacked off. She had to remember that.

Low voices. Hushed voices. As if they thought they were going to summon something evil–they were speaking in a language she knew but couldn't decipher.

The world continued to tilt and turn. How cruel. The wold would keep turning and turn forever despite the others being dead.

She let out a choking gasp as something sparked through her. A realization of some kind. She sprang up and then rolled over. Everything hurt. Something rotten was on her tongue and between her teeth. She hissed and spat, but she couldn't focus on what it was she was spitting out.

Another alien word–this one harsher, more alert.

Steps. Dozens of them. Loud. Harsh. Then strong hands had on her.

zh'Ezkel hissed and spat again. She felt the desire to fight claim her once more.

"Settle, settle!" They yelled, their accents thick and unaccustomed to her language.

"You fought well–but you will die if you fight help!" Another snapped, the voice less thick and harsh than the ones who were grabbing her.

"We promise to help," said another.

zh'Ezkel felt the world darken as the hands continued to hold on to her.

Written to "Something in the Way" by Nirvana

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Heart Throb

zh'Ezkel could see T'val looking just past her, his attention on the captain while she stood and listened.

Everything about her looked calm–she had to look that way because nobody seemed to notice how at that very moment she could feel her heart thundering against her chest and her mind racing with thoughts. How she wanted T'val to be looking right at her and how she desperately wanted him to just say what he was truly thinking. Ever since that transporter accident nothing had been right, and every time they worked near each other, zh'Ezkel's heart would pound and throb as if it was ready to betray her.

She hated everything about the situation. Whether or not chucking T'val out an airlock would solve the problem had yet to be determined.

zh'Ezkel handed the data pad over as T'val moved to ask for it. She cursed herself–yet another incident of her being strange and doing what T'val needed before asking.

"Thank you, zh'Ezkel," T'val said as if that had been the plan and normal.

zh'Ezkel felt his fingers brush against hers and she thought she felt a blood vessel burst–or her antennae snap up. She didn't know which was worse.

Written to "Heart Throb" by Be Your Own Pet

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