#intergalaxial

It was not the first time she heard those words. It was not nearly the first time she heard those words coming from the mouth of her son. It was, however, the first time they scared her. Ever since he walked into her quarters, Beverly started braving herself, something about his expression already revealing what was to come. She knew him too well; he had too much of his father in him.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾                       @intergalaxial​ asked: are you okay ? you seem ... ( kirk )

It takes a beat for her to budge.     It is not like her to be so still, or for her to curl into herself so pathetically like this, ignoring the world outside as if it was poison  (   or maybe she was the poisonous one, it was hard to tell today    ).      When his feet come into her field of vision, she finally lifts her head from where it was buried in her hands, gaze sweeping upwards to catch his eye.      The worried expression she finds there is almost enough to make her deflate back into the corner, only she finds it hard to look away.     Instead, she lifts an eyebrow, challenging him to finish that sentence,buying herself time to start processing what the hell had happened in the past twenty-four hours.

❛     I seem what?    I look wonderful, thank you very much.    ❜  

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾                     @intergalaxial​ asked:  pike: ❝  how have you been sleeping? ❞

❛    I can hear it,     ❜    she replies, in lieu of an answer.     Erica said she was going insane, laughing at her every single time Christine tried to describe the noise that purred in her ear at night.     She was sure of it, though.    It had the same vibration as the engineering room, a constant low noise that at first had kept her up but had now become a necessity;   during their last shore-leave, the lack of the background noise kept her tossing and turning half the night.     ❛    Not during the day, my mind is always...     ❜    she makes a small movement with her hands mimicking an explosion,    ❛    But it keeps me company at night.    ❜

↣ BEGINNER'S LUCK

"...Are you?" he asks softly, approaching them not unlike how he had first approached Adira when he had first seen them talking to the air beside them. He isn't curious, now, but concerned. Of course he's concerned.

↣ BEGINNER'S LUCK

"Yes I do." The answer is gentle, but it comes quickly. More quickly than he would have once believed, really. He has people he cares about, and it's still strange enough to him that he cares for them. Adira, though, is entirely different. They and Gray are...the surprise variables. The unexpected. He never thought he would fall in love, but even once he had done that, he had never expected to care for someone as a child. But now he does, and he finds that the answer is clear. Of course he needs to worry about them. There is no option but to worry about them.