sunflower

she nods. kirk eyes her, not unmoved by the determined anti-anticipation he sees on her face as she scrutnizes the planet. she's a strong, calm woman, very much in control of herself which emphasizes only more for us the flickers of emotions that do occassionally show through.

she nods. kirk eyes her, not unmoved by the determined anti-anticipation he sees on her face as she scrutnizes the planet. she's a strong, calm woman, very much in control of herself which emphasizes only more for us the flickers of emotions that do occassionally show through.

she nods. kirk eyes her, not unmoved by the determined anti-anticipation he sees on her face as she scrutnizes the planet. she's a strong, calm woman, very much in control of herself which emphasizes only more for us the flickers of emotions that do occassionally show through.

❝  there are easier ways to get my attention, y'know. ❞

Although, if they were earth side, they're troubles would be a lot simpler, Jo imagines.

unless, of course, you counted jo's petty-crime years. a fine time to pick up such skills, if not for the fact they had been brought to a disastrous end by jo choosing the most obvious hiding spot in the world.

"I think you stole that last bit from Dana," she points out. It makes sense, though, if there's anyone to emulate in the emergency room, it's Dana. Besides Yo herself, anyway.

@nursc said: at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here? (rivals verse)

yes. desperately. the answer comes instantly to his mind, but he bites it back, hiding behind another sip of punch.

he'd been suffering all afternoon, the hot summer sunshine beating down on one mrs. jones' elaborate garden parties. but it wasn't just the heat that was getting to him. he felt almost comically out of place in this crowd - an ever-so-slightly shabby outlier amongst the rich, the beautiful, and the highly pampered. he knew he'd only been invited because he'd garnered some goodwill in the village and, despite his preferences, he had no wish to squander it by rudely declining. he was new here and had no intention of making enemies...

but then there was christine - lady korby. the only bright spot amongst the company. that is, unless you were interested in watching a bevy of drunken polo players teeter on the edge of the swimming pool... he had only known her a few weeks, but already he liked her far more than anyone else he'd met. she was clever. funny. a whirlwind of energy and sunshine from the moment she'd first set foot in his tiny office. she may have been a patient first - but now he was beginning to think of her as a friend.

a friend. nothing more... no matter what his heart rate did whenever he saw her.

lady christine korby longed for a night-in, on the other hand.

longed for an excuse to stay inside the big old house roger had shut her into at twenty-three with the library he loved showing off to his guests. she was never there long enough to crack a spine, and when she was, oh, there were things to be done, her own events to plan and host, and a proper wife does not need to be reminded of these things, christine, how hard is it to host a simple dinner?

her thoughts took her husband's voice, and she followed the sound of laughter, over dwight's shoulder, to find him. he was deep in conversation with stratton, each with a drink in hand, and she'd bet her right leg neither of them were listening to each other.

they'd be at it for hours. it was why the offer rushed out of her lips. she'd been at the knife's edge all week long, searching for an escape, and when she had to strain to listen to hear dwight describing an article he read - a proper medical article! - the words just came tumbling out.