#caution tag

Every product of glass will have a caution sticker on the packing but not everyone will take caution on it. They’ll think it won’t be broken easily. It’s all right, It’s all okay in the past. However when they open the packing, they will find it broken. What to do at the end we have to get rid of it.

“I know.” Frank blinked back tears and gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. “But this is real, I promise. Cross my heart. You can feel this, right?”

Her hand tightened in his, although she couldn’t quite drag her eyes up to look at him. ( She’d been improving, somewhat, over the past weeks. But it was still sometimes just too much to see the years on his face — more than a decade she was never going to get back. )

“I wish it was as easy as you make it sound,” Andromeda sighed, slumping in her chair. “I mean… I am trying, Alice. I can’t help that sometimes the awful old thoughts are what come to mind first. And it doesn’t help that when I’m not with you, I have to be around people who still think that way and fit in with them - at least enough so they don’t notice anything wrong.”

A little startled frown pulled at her mouth. “I don't mean to make it sound easy.”

But she did think it was easy, didn't she? If she was honest.

Alice glanced down at her hands, not noticing how she was chewing on her lip. It was all well and good to go on about respect and equality when she’d grown up with that kind of talk, a mother who’d believed the same. She’d never in her life had to worry about losing someone’s love or support over blood purity.

( And maybe she couldn’t understand the part of her friend that could still want the love of people with such vile beliefs, but after losing her own home last year, Alice was all-too-clear on the practical element of Andromeda’s situation.

Merlin. Her mum would’ve been so much better at helping her with this sort of— )   Spiraling because she’d misspoken didn’t help either of them.

“Sorry.” Alice sighed and squared her shoulders and looked back up to give Andromeda a soft smile. “I do know you’re trying. It— It shows.” When you let it.

“Then you will not help me,” Shoya ground out, leaning heavily against the wall and clutching at her side. It was a childish stance, she knew… what was worse, putting herself in the hands of this ridiculous woman? Or risking whatever this was alone?

The logical choice won out. “I have been shot. I have never seen the weapon before. There is no blood. But it – hurts.”

“Lemme see.” It’d’nt been a hot minute since she’d laid eyes on wingy here, but you didn’t leave a buddy to drown. That was what-it-was, even for  barely-friends who were just a hop’n’a skip away from a gudge.

what IS mun (we just don’t know!) // accepting! // anon

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“How’s your stomach doing?” Better, hopefully, given that Christine had come over because she saw the crewman starting to sit up and glower at the rest of the staff again; but she supposed Shoya Kasamali couldn’t be blamed for being grumpy that they’d been induced vomiting.

“Less nauseous?” she added as se scanned her read-outs. Heart rate and blood pressure looked a lot better. Still warmer than she’d like her to be. And when she set a hand on her arm, that was still trembling too. “It looks like you’re starting to recover, at least.

Malcolm doesn’t have any idea which deck of the Enterprise he’s on, except that it was empty when he stumbled onto it .... an hour ago. Maybe two hours. Three. If he’s not supposed to be here, no one’s told him yet, and frankly he doesn’t care anyway. He shouldn’t be on this fucking ship at all.

Fucking nothing that’s going on now should be happening, at all.

The next time he was supposed to be off Earth was next month, spring break back home with a houseful of screaming cousins and nagging aunts and —

Not on a Starfleet ship with a single remaining sibling he can’t take out of their Medical Bay yet and who won’t open her mouth to talk to him, anyway — -