#fakesmade

A WRY CHUCKLE ESCAPES,   THE SOUND DULL AND HALF - HEARTED DESPITE THE RELEVANT AMUSEMENT OVER THE MASK OF A SKILLED PLAYER.     if not for his acute awareness of her skills,   he would have been the slightest bit concerned.    but they’ve gone down this road once before,   and it’s never gone awry.     yet.     he swirls the drink in his own glass,   watching her take a sip of her choice of poison with ease.         “  perhaps i should do the same.     i’m well equipped with a good amount of braincells but a little extra help couldn’t help.  ”         AND SO HE BRINGS THE GLASS TO HIS LIPS AND TAKES A SIP,   brows furrowing in thought and yet it was more than disappointing to say that not a thing that went through his mind was coherent enough.     just static.     and he did not particularly like dead - ends.         “  this would be easier if our contact did not go ghost.  ”

meme tag.     ☾      accepting

 ❝   I'm okay,   don't worry.   ❞    words come out soft  ,  backed up with flash of small smile no matter how there is audible pause to cough up some of the bitter dust seeping into lungs.    just once,    it would be nice for a mission to give them a slight break.     ❝   are you?    I'm sorry,    I didn't have much time to both warn and drag.   ❞     quick instincts and gentle hands surely did little to aid in the shock once authenticator,     peridot gaze pausing in her scanning of newly crumbled surroundings of u.s.s hope’s once pristine halls to properly check on @fakesmade​’s wellbeing again. 

                   palms balance the padd between her fingertips when the door to lieutenant flores’ quarters slides open and permits her inside.   eyes spot her behind her desk :   busy,  she presumes ――   but then,  there’s hardly a moment available that’s not best spent busying oneself with the repairs of the ship.   there’s a sharp edge to the air,   a general nervousness persistently spreading across the decks.   she’s halfway to where @fakesmade​ sits perched on her chair when something catches her eyes :   a drawing,   an unfinished sketch, …   a level depiction of her own eyes staring back ――   she pauses her steps momentarily,   expression rigid,   before clearing her throat.     “ the scans of the nearest planet suggest the presence of highly-advanced lifeforms,   but no obvious signs of a warp-capable civilisation.   i was hoping you could go over the scans again and confirm the findings.   if they are warp-capable,   perhaps we could bargain with them for some of their duranium. ”          ref.  ref.

meme tag. ( always accepting )

meme tag.     ☾      accepting

* .  ♡                                                     they really have to stop meeting like this. ellie wondered if @fakesmade​ liked hanging out in bathrooms. just waiting for any hint of a next case to drop. there’s a soft smile, as the brunette proceeds to poke (not lightly) at the bruise forming on her cheek. she winces at the pain that shoots through her face and pulls her hand away - shaking it out lightly, before she pulled away from the mirror. turning slightly on her feet, ellie met the gaze of the other woman. “ me. ” she said with a slight embarrassment in her tone. “ baking is a dangerous game. ” there were also burn marks on her hands and wrist. “ caramel is a bitch if you’re not paying attention. ”