#captainjanewayed

         ❝    hold still and i will apply your pips, admiral.   ❞      a necessary instruction.  her wife’s words could rouse a conductor’s symphony in practice all splayed across her palms, her arms, her eyes.   seven liked time like this   ( private time !   far from all else they adored  -  a moment to exist in together, and away from )    where she could speak to kathryn playfully, voice quiet. currently, she’d moved from her seat across the desk, to sitting upon the desk as she watched her wife pace with righteous excitement and distinguished frenzy. 

“I was starting to think you’d never get there... you really do work too hard.”

Q was sitting in her ready room, feet perched on her desk as he leaned back in her chair -- he looked quite at home, even having poured himself some coffee from the carafe on her desk. He grinned as he sat up, feet swinging under the desk as he took a more professional position.

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                Well. This certainly wasn’t going according to plan. Vala held up her hands innocently ( or at least as innocently as she could manage ).  “ Why, YES -- as a matter of fact I do know how this looks. ”  She quickly shifted into doing what she did best: talking her way out of sticky situations.  “ But, if I might make a teeny suggestion... I’d recommend viewing it not as thievery, but as a SERVICE. Believe me, you do not want to have this little trinket in your midst. ”  Had her motive been to help? No. But was what she said a lie? Not exactly.  “ Well -- unless you want to have every warlord in this system on your tail, that is..... but of course, it’s your decision! ”  she added with a grin.