#how do write?

a stern gaze finds the other man from across the room though it softens after a moment of contemplation. his misery doesn’t have to be infectious, not this time at least. a sigh passes bitten lips, phone reluctantly put to one side - the way he was neglecting work at home wasn’t going unnoticed. if only things could be as they once were; instead guilt and resentment lingers in the air - not to mention the debilitating jealously the businessman had for the other’s younger sibling. he’s far too proud to entertain that conversation, today at least. ‘ let’s go for a walk before you start throwing heavier things. ’

“ no, i think you’re right, ” is finally spoken up, eyes moving between the ground and sam for a moment, thoughts gathering quickly to filter through his mouth. “ i can’t say i knew the guy...much. but he was generally an asshat. ” their interactions had been a little of both good and bad, and scott lived mostly in this grey area with the man. which seemed to be where sam possibly was too. “ i’m not gonna stand here and bash him, but i won’t stand here and praise him either. i’m just gonna -- go be switzerland...before i get my ass kicked. ”

I didn’t even realise Dashboard Confessional was even still a thing? Hope you enjoy? She hasn’t felt this numb since waking from cryosleep.The way that the cold fire of panic makes her fingers burn. Not that she can do anything more than watch, frozen as Sara’s body goes limp in front of her.She holds her breath as she waits. This was a fucking stupid idea. But there was no time to talk Sara out of it.She’s barely aware of the voice of SAM in her head. She doesn’t need them to tell her that Sara’s heart has stopped. She feels it when her restraints release.But by the time she’s picked herself up off the floor SAM is already trying to restart Sara’s heart. She waits. With her own heartbeat choking her as she waits with bated breath, watches as Sara’s body flinches as SAM runs a current through the muscle that matters most.She thinks it's the most beautiful sound she’s ever heard when Sara’s first desperate gasp of breath rings through the comms in her helmet.And if someone were to ask her later she would say it was then, in that moment that she let herself realise.Let herself realise that she was stupidly in love and all it took was for Sara’s heart to stop beating for her to admit it to herself.Sara stumbles but doesn’t get the chance to fall. Because Cora is there to catch her. Physically at least. Their hardsuits clatter as they slide against each other as Cora tries to embrace her, and with a growl of frustration, she grabs onto the edges of her breastplate, pulling her closer as best as she can, and kisses her. It's fast, and Cora pulls away before Sara can even react, and it's nothing like she’s ever imagined it being like. But it's real, and it's honest, and that’s all that matters to Cora at the moment. She knows that they have a lot to talk about after this, but this is now.“Don’t you ever do that again,” Cora growls, stepping away from her as she lets go of Sara’s hardsuit, walking away to let her heart settle and to gather her thoughts.SAM had linked Sara’s vitals and her private comms to Cora’s suit after Sara had been made Pathfinder all those months ago. She almost pays more attention to it for the rest of their mission than she does her own vitals. But even in her distraction, she doesn’t miss the way her heart rate jumps when she looks her way, a gloved hand ghosting over her lips. Or the soft humming that’s replaced Sara’s usual chatter over their personal comm channel.A few times her heartbeat stutters. But with each passing minute, she watches it as it grows stronger, stays steady. It was so strong. But so fragile. Something she would hide and keep safe, woven between her own ribs if she could. But hearts were meant to beat, even if sometimes it hurt. 

This is my turf now, whatever weird fish beast you are.

also me: *500 words describing the characters bedroom and detailing their morning routine*