Zhaan says the surgical reconstructors did an excellent job on your leg. There's no sign that it was ever broken. Yeah, I was uh - worried about you when you didn't show up for the wedding. Anyway, I'm - I'm just, um, glad you're okay. And I have noticed that you're not talking to me.
Or the scene that completely changed my brain chemistry
FARSCAPE | 2.13 Look At the Princess: The Maltese Crichton
john price is a man incredibly high up in the chain of command of your company. he does a little walking tour of the buildings during crew appreciation weeks. helps humble down his image and he gets to have some meaningful conversations. sometimes even gets to meet particularly wonderful people.
he spots you, the sole person whose eyes are glued to their computer screen, in a sea of employees who are gawking at him. can hear the steady typing from your mechanical keyboard, your eyes flittering across the screen. he pauses a little too long, prompting laswell to repeat herself to the group before they move along.
but he makes sure not to be too far away, keeping you in his peripheral. notices how you don't even bother to spare a look in his direction. even when talking to team members that would place john directly in your sight, your eyes only focus on them. not him.
you were damn good at your job. the color-coded whiteboard behind you, filled with deadlines and application information, confirms it. funny too, if the little bouts of laughter that escape your team's cluster are anything to go by. he wonders what pitch your voice carries, just out of reach for it to bless his ears. wonders what it'd take for you to look and grant him a smile.
he doesn't have to wait long. your mouth splits into a bright smile and for a second john wonders if you're glowing. but the smile's not for him. it's directed at a coworker, who, for john's sake, is anything but quiet. he can hear just how thick he lays the praise for a job well done.
john watches the transformation that takes place as his words land. your soft easy-going smile widening, pushing your cheeks further up. you immediately perk up, back straightening, shoulders pushed back, and leaning forward in the direction of your coworker.
oh. oh.
john can feel something warm beginning to pool at the bottom of his stomach. he cracks a knuckle before shoving his fists into his pockets, lest he does something that lands him in HR.
he'll keep this tidbit with him for the next time he sees you. just so he can let you know how much of a good job you're doing.
maybe even get a reward.
a/n: silly little idea that came to my head while I was at work of course :') still trying to get out of my head when im writing but we're making progress
I'm reading svsss to recover from book 4 of tgcf. The way Shen Qinqiu is trying SO hard to improve his fate yet all he's really doing is causing various non canonical awakenings in his disciple is really healing for the soul.
I can remember if I’ve posted this edit on here before, but here it is again anyway. For the purposes of propaganda for Buster’s entry in @hotvintagepoll
Buster Smiles and Laughs in the Roscoe Arbuckle films
Music: When You’re Smiling by The Benny Goodman Trio