WIP Wednesday!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Prisca looked over to the empty space where Heinrix used to stand, data slate in hand, and felt a sharp twinge in her heart. Heinrix had left on a commandeered shuttle as soon as they received landing clearances without even a courteous goodbye - and that hurt Prisca more than she cared to admit. Now the Lord Captain stood near the center of the bridge, restocking her personal reserve of amasec alongside a robust assortment of cheeses with her High Factorum Janris, including an order of any damned furniture. Prisca chuckled as Janris read her order back to her, wondering why she was so desperate to complete such a pointless task. Eyes drifting back to the empty space beside the lift to her quarters, she tried to envision him there, staring at his data slate, desperate to hold on to the memories of him for a little bit longer. “Will there be anything else, Lord Captain?" The High Factorum saw the pained look in her eyes but said nothing.
