This week’s one-word photo prompt: face
On occasion, both Kathryn and Chakotay preferred writing with a pen on paper. The constant use of PADDs, computers, and touch screen consoles left them both of them with a sense of technology fatigue. They had both grown up in families that encouraged them to learn traditional ways of doing things, so they could unplug from all the tech that had been integrated into the lives of most Federation citizens in the 24th century.
Chakotay always knew when Kathryn had been using ink, whether he saw her paper records or not. Somehow, she always managed to get smudges of ink on her face. It made him smile that Voyager’s captain, who was so meticulous about everything she did as part of her duties, could somehow carelessly, or at least unintentionally, get ink on her face every time.
Today, Kathryn had been writing with a pen, and when Chakotay dropped by her ready room to give her some personnel updates, she had a sheet of paper in one hand, coffee in another, and ink smudges on her left cheek.
He asked her permission to gently remove them before they both headed back to the bridge, and she thanked him for noticing and removing the smudges from her face so that the crew wouldn’t see her at anything less than her best.
She was grateful every day to be able to face whatever the Delta Quadrant threw at them with her first officer and friend.
