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★ "GEE. YOU DON'T SAY." Bones huffed before breaking into a brisk walk. A light jog was more accurate. —Running, he was running. "We were captured, interrogated, and released on a bluff you ran. I play poker with you, Jim. I know your tell. We should get out of here before the cave dwellers catch on."

" The decision's mine. If there are any decisions to be made, I'll make them. " from @darehearts

in truth, romulan is entirely exhausted. tired of bouncing between ships like a boomerang without an origin point, tired of proving herself a hundred times only to have to start over. and - most of all - she is so terribly tired of own inability to be what people want her to be no matter how hard she might try. if this is a game of tug of war... she's frayed rope. even when maeve works out how to open up in her own way: who would believe romulan that she is what she seems?

♡    𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗧𝗬    𝗙𝗢𝗥    𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦    ♡

HOT ELECTRIFIED STEEL SQUELCHES UPON THE BLACKENED HEAP BEFORE HIM, drawing a raucous cry from the beast before it fell limp into the mud. arthur huffs, leaving his sword embedded to bone and skin as he rakes bloodstained hands through his hair. brunette locks flounder in such aggression, and he inveigles every dastardly fiber in his being not to pull at it in frustration, yanking strand by strand with ire and malice. ash and smoke charred at his lungs. his coughs echo into the sudden quiet before he spits the excess ichor from his mouth and looks about. no other beasts had followed. good - he wasn't quite sure if he had the strength for any more.

brown eyes dull on his victim ( victims, for several [ MANY ] other black masses remained seared into the floor ) watching as the contorted body now sizzles against pavement ( OTHERLY in the bones, poisonous and vengeful ). the slayer is perplexed, mainly that such an ugly wraith would wander this close to the capital. and NOT ALONE, to be exact. the monstrous spirits roamed in gaggles and, seemingly compelled, they drew dangerously close to outskirts of the city walls. it is not a common threat to these parts, that much he knows for sure. and with the thought of unusual behaviors still lingering, arthur supposes the people were lucky he was out here at all, able to handle the mess himself like any other road bump along his travels. though, the detour is mostly unappreciated ; a feeling of death looming, icy and cold as if the breath of ghosts fell harsh upon his back - he felt UNCLEAN and, in the burning of his accursed mark, he is reminded that he is running out of time.

running, running, running. he groans something vulgar and reaches for his blade again.

it is a clean exit from the monster whose black blood stains at his weapon. he wipes the vigor against his already soiled pants and sheaths himself. there were lots of other feelings he had besides fury and exhaustion ; mainly, pain in all forms, from the throbbing of his head to the singing of his lungs. the deep searing at his left side pulsates, increasing with each shift of weight as he takes a few steps back from the body at hand. his fingers draw to the wound, noting in irritancy that they will pull back with fresh, dark blood smeared across the skin. great - just, great.

hooves beating against the road catch him unawares after a long moment and, pulling himself away from thoughts of full-bodied anger ( THE AUDACITY ; and he is struggling both under stress and weariness not to unleash HELLFIRE onto the meaningless dirt below his feet ), he turns to face the open lane. someone approaches, quickly, with mighty steed in fast gait, and the best he can do is waive a red hand in the air to stop the man from passing.

“ hey !! it's dangerous here ; you should go back. ” the slayer calls hoarsely. the man slows to a meager gallop before him. the first thing he notices is the golden branding of a crest and, in bewilderment, arthur's brown eyes widen at the sight. a noble ?? out here, in the middle of nowhere ?? he does not recognize the family name ( he is not from these parts, after all - it would be hard for him to understand ) but, after a moment of silence, he realizes it actually doesn't matter who this man claimed to be. it was dangerous out here regardless, especially for a noble, and most certainly with a few more of those wraiths lingering about.

her expression registers surprise — an incredulous who me? that the faintest tug of a smile upon the corner of her lip quite thoroughly betrays. ❛ what gives you that impression? ❜ she could point out that she is three sectors over, that therefore her ability to interfere in, well, anything ought to be near zero. her arm is long, and some things take no more than a few words to the right people.

✫・゜・。. WHILE ELLIE SHIFTED THROUGH TIME ... and space - she wasn't very well versed in science. she was a baker. a chef. measurements were all she managed to get. and even then , she would wing it some of the time. following after jim - blue eyes lingered on stations and on some of the officers that sat behind said stations. the enterprise was first and foremost a science vessel. always has been - always will be. ❝ my situation ? ❞ brows furrowed. before her mouth dropped open in an inaudible oh. ❝ you really don't have too , captain. ❞ she continued. because she knows what star fleet is like. if they get a whiff of time travel - they'll send every temporal agent after them. ❝ i sort of - just disappear on my own after a while. ❞

"We've already established that I am not able to get drunk - at least not without consuming what equals about a whole bottle of hard liquor within a very short amount of time. ...Were talking about minutes here, by the way. --- And even then my body would get rid of the alcohol poisoning rather quickly..."

"---That being said, I am completely sober. I still think he is a total fox."