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house of leaves starters

The laugh that leaves his lips is genuine, a low chuckle turning into full blow, head thrown back, clutching his chest, as a thought takes hold and will not release him. There's a tear at the corner of his left eye that he has to swipe.

"It's occurred to me," He says when he's able, still slightly breathless, and his words have a particular slur that McCoy will be intimately familiar with. "That you have a sudden obsession with fruit. First you want to talk about blueberries, now you've moved on to lime. Bones, I hate to break it to you, but you're kinda fucked."

@hiippocrates / "It's 4am. You need sleep."

She's trying her best to study harder. Now that Jim's decided to shack up with Kayla at every goddamn chance he gets, Echo awkwardly finds herself in a position not uncommon from her own planet. Before her life at the academy, she spent most of her time in a barrack sleeping on stone. The rest was relentless training, fighting for mere food scraps, surviving.

Of course, she doesn't tell Leonard that, because no one has to know about what she's left behind. Sitting in his quarters in the middle of the night to have a place to sleep ought to be innocent enough, but dive bars turn into impromptu dinners and dinners turn into this -- favors. Favors with zero end in sight. They keep snowballing and growing and growing--

The honey-drawl of his voice startles her, causing her to whip around. Her fist instinctively turns white-knuckled at her lap, like she's ready to pounce and throw -- but it's just him. Immediately she relaxes, swallowing to coat her dry throat as she considers an excuse.

( And he's been so gentlemanly as to stay in his bed while Echo wastes the night into the morning sitting on top of Kirk's mattress, mulling over strategy guides and barely-legible notes. )

"isn't that supposed to be my line?" she asks with a wry twist of her lips, a sense of lingering bitterness tainting her mouth. another day, another doctor visit - laura feels plagued by them these days, to the point that she is so very close to saying to hell with it. except she can't - because there are far too many relying on her to get them home. at least, to a version of home that none of them have ever seen before.

The question is met by a set of sensitive ears; So sensitive, in fact, that Khan already knows about the other's arrival before he's even voiced his question into the silence of the brig. It's late, the change of shift has happened hours ago, and perhaps Khan is supposed to rest now as a prisoner... but he does not, sits upright instead, in the almost-darkness surrounding him and his cell.

He blinks, slowly so, then his gaze flicks over to the man's frame, highlighted by the subtle blue glow of the enviroment; Night mode, existing so that prisoners like Khan can find some sleep even while being stuck within their pristine cage. Blue eyes meet darker ones, expression as collected and neutral as usual, yet it seems a bit... softer on the edges, perhaps.

"---Do you?", he asks back, voice gentle, almost, interlaced with a hint of curiosity about the doctor's sudden appearance. Not that Khan minds - not at all - he's simply surprised to be visited at such a late time.

"I seem to be... unable to find much sleep lately."

for every  ♥  I receive in my askbox, i’m going to recommend a blog and spread positivity. I think this site needs more of it.

[ Ooooh dual promo time! How about this time I step out of the Marvel sphere for a moment and talk about my Star Trek babes? It’s my original fandom, and I’m still very much attached to it so I was really glad when I got to start writing with @fasciinating! Their take on Spock is really lovely and I love having them on my dash. I’m also looking forward to writing with @hiippocrates who I’ve been stalking from the shadows for a while and we’re working on setting something up. Bones owns my soul.