eczile:
” — i’m flattered. but i think you should probably stay on your own planet. at least until your people develop space flight.”
there’s a lighthearted tone to her last comment, but she’s serious. her people don’t make a habit of taking pre-space flight species with them, out into the open stars. everyone saw how well that worked out when the salarians tried it. anyways, she’s pretty sure that a human doesn’t count as a pilgrimage gift.
“and i don’t think my people would like you very much. no offense.”
’ but you don’t know how long that could take ---- & i doubt i’ll be one of the first to go. i’m not an ᴀѕᴛʀᴏɴᴀᴜᴛ. ’
curve of hands palm for leverage upon park benches, spine bent & benevolent as he scoots back. it’s in scott’s very demeanor to listen, to watch & gauge, to appease others. it’s in his nature bow towards the person he’s speaking with ; this isn’t any different.
a ƒ ℓ ι т т є я of stars is cast across dark, withering skies. fingers itch to trace constellations that decorate the night.
’ ——- why not ? ’
