mostly void. partially stars. all explosions.

So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the past and the future and... I’m going to be leaving this blog. It’s all for personal reasons at this point and I don’t necessarily want to go into them now, because most people who are close to me on discord have heard about it. I’m not deleting this blog, but I won’t be here anymore and maybe someday I’ll come back and pick him up again. If you still want to write with me, my main blog is my multi @lifedeathpeacewar and I do have a discord where I will continue to write Mal, but I won’t do it on tumblr anymore. I’ve had great memories on here and I love all my writing partners so much but um... It’s time for me to take my bow and leave. If you want to do my discord where I still will be writing him, just send me a message. So thank you all for what you’ve done for me. 

Best of luck to you all. 

A cup of coffee and a plate of food in hand, Joss looked around the room for a place to sit and spotted Reed sitting on his own. Kemper and Chang were a couple of tables away but his feet brought him to Reed’s table. “Lieutenant,” he greeted to get the man’s attention, once he was next to the table where the armory officer was currently seated. “May I join you?”

The Captain was a bit reluctant to let him go. Jon didn’t like to leave things unsettled. But this situation required a bit more sensitivity. Malcolm was a private man. He needed time to himself, and Jon had to remind himself of that when he dipped his head. “Dismissed.” He replied lightly, offering a half-smirk.

“… I do believe I was straightforward.” Well, that had gone well. The Cardassian squinted at Reed, trying to decide how he FELT about the other – he’d done some research, and his contacts had said the fellow was a member of the unspoken of Section 31. That information hadn’t been from the most RELIABLE source, but he kept it in the back of his mind. "Regardless – I’m Garak, and I make a point of getting to know our new guests aboard Deep Space Nine.”

It wasn’t too long of a drive to Malcolm’s house. Or maybe being more than a little tipsy made the time pass faster. Regardless, Jon rolled down the window once he neared, and he was pleased to able to smell the salt water in the distance. A smell he very much liked. “Almost there.” He commented cheekily, nudging Malcolm. “Let’s hope the water isn’t too cold.”

Charlie blushed more and shook her head.

“Do I really have to leave the nest, Dad? What if I don’t want to go? -I want you to be happy, but the world is scary, and I don’t want to go there.”

Jon kept his breathing consistent throughout the hug, trying to be a comforting presence to Malcolm. But then the Lieutenant pulled away, wiping the tears from his cheeks. And the sight made Jon frown. Made his heart tight, because he couldn’t think of a time he’s ever seen Malcolm Reed cry. “I think you should put some more thought into whether you really want to leave or not.” He asked, keeping his tone flat and calm.

Possessing certain empathetic talents didn’t lessen his shock at the moment. He was used to their arguing–one sided though it usually was. To have Malcolm playing with his hair as he leaned into the other’s touch was unexpected to say the least. “I missed you as well, chkariya.”

“I’m not going to tell you. I’m just going to make sure to look twice before sending revealing photos of myself is all.”

Charlie was bright red. She couldn’t believe this had happened. She was just glad that she was dressed now. That would have been even worse.

Jon had been the one to start this. He’d been kissing Malcolm, trying to persuade him to stay for an extra ten minutes. And yet, his words made the Captain laugh lowly, eyes averting. “I can be quiet.” Jon replied lowly, teasingly. He smiled while his head leaned into Malcolm’s hand. “Can you say the same?”

*   BASICS  !

name:  Leo age:  18 pronouns: They/Them & He/Him   zodiac sign: Pisces taken or single: Single

*   THREE  FACTS  !

i. my favorite book is to kill a mockingbird ii. my favorite sport is baseball and when sisko wore a giants hat i literally died inside iii. even though i live in california my biggest fuckin fear is earthquakes

*   EXPERIENCE  !

platforms I use:  tumblr & discord. i used to use skype and I used to rp on forums.

*   MUSE  PREFERENCE  !

female or male:  Male.  least favourite face(s):  uhhh probably Benedict Cumberbatch multi or single:  yes.

*   WRITING  PREFERENCE  !

fluff  /   angst   /   smut plots   /   memes.

*   TAGS   !

Tagged by: @warpborn

Rules: Bold what applies to your muse and repost.

SNOW WHITE.

jade trinket boxes. taste of iron. fingertips on a mirror. yellow and green with envy. long handled hunting knives. sewing by the window. combs laced with pearls and poison. an apple white one side and red the other. white doves. frosted glass.

THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS.

a blunt axe. a ring of chalk. tear-stained cheeks. sweet pears. hands tied behind back. shallow rivers. aching feet. walking for days. flowing gowns. liquid silver. wax seals. blinding lights.

THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST.

lukewarm bath water. sapphire butterflies. tiny milk snakes. baskets of strawberries. fat toads.sparkling snow. fur cloaks. raw gemstones. kettles made of copper. red wine. a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.

BLUEBEARD.

a tiny key made of gold. pools of blood. stains that won’t rub away. galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands. dragged by the hair. dark and damp cellars. marble walls. shivering with fear. screaming at the top of your lungs.

THE SIX SWANS.

sitting side-saddle. daughter of a witch. nettles. white feathers. refusing to smile. needles and threads. a castle in the forest. sound of beating wings. birthmarks. climbing trees. balls of yarn.silver crowns.

LITTLE RED CAP.

wildflowers. rich-tasting cake. wicker baskets. the path rarely trod. sharp teeth. curtains drawn. a dying fireplace. grey pelts. red velvet. handmade quilts. sunlight peeking through branches.opening corks with a satisfying pop. looking someone directly in the eye.

tagged by: @infiinitepossibilities