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Jack frowned, "Well now you're just being patronising.." he pointed out, "No one likes that.". Though he did laugh a little, "If Bella was keeping a swear jar for me all these years, I assure you, she'd have a better net worth than the Cullens by now." he shook his head.

@psychicsalvatore

He attended the officer’s social every year. It had become something of a tradition when his best friend, the then young Private Benjamin Grimm had got his Captain’s Starfleet badge. A proud day all around but he’d been eager to introduce Reed to his seniors and well, one thing had lead to another. In years to come after getting his doctorate he still lectured seasonally and the academy contributed to funding his research. He didn’t truly mind rubbing elbows for work, it was just hard to come by another person that genuinely understood his research and didn’t just bob their head and nod for the sake of it. 

Tired of the one sided conversations, he gazes into an empty scotch glass and sets it down with a black card, nearly ready to pay tab and leave when line of sight entangles with another familiar’s. Lips tugging into a side smile before he can even realize his own trail of thought. 

Spock. 

Fingers faintly curl into loosening fist leaning against bar top , and brows rise at the approach. The inconsequential yet humorous failure of his initial flirtation , gauging the Vulcan’s reply with something of what could be described as a smile, save for the fact it felt as if it conveyed much more, blossoming on an easy, gentle purse and withdraw of sincere impression. 

“ Gladly. ” Maturity and time reflectively crinkle around and reach his eyes in time with a touch of earlier elation. 

“ --- that’s .... ” a deep albeit conscientious chuckle interjects mid monologue, as if tickled by the touch of words stayed on his tongue. 

“What?” Val couldn’t help the almost laugh that accompanied her words. Ivar couldn’t actually think that was true when she had been trying to do and say the right thing since he came to get hr from the small house she’d been placed in. “You have to be kidding. I’ve tried over and over again to make you happy and the moment you warm up to me you say something cruel to make it clear that I’m nothing. But I’ve never meant something to anyone. So care for your children and ignore me. I would rather never feel affection than have you give it just to make it clear it was a mistake.” Her arms covered her middle holding herself and her newest children close. “You’ll pass me off when you find the next woman to give you children. It’s what alpha’s do.”

Ivar growled unhappily at her words. He wrapped his hands around her arms and pushed her back against the wall. “You want to leave? Find another alpha? Is that it?” he snarled at her. The words were more of a growl than an articulated though. “Never. Do you understand that? You never get to leave your children again. I brought you here and you will not break their hearts.” Or his. He would never admit that however. As her wide eyes found his, he pressed forward, shaking her before claiming her lips in a rough kiss.

It was the scream that startled him. Not from Val but from an infuriated little girl. A small fist thumped against him. “Don’t hurt my Mama.” Maeby screamed and shoved him as hard as her little self could. She fiercely plastered herself in front of her mother and glared at her father in fiery defiance.

Silence?  “Good answer.  What keeps me up at night?”  Daryl shifts one hand up and cocks his elbow against his knee instead rubbing his palm across his mouth as he shakes his head, gaze locked in the direction of the dimly lit fire that’s still managing to dance in the fireplace.  “Not knowin’.  I guess.  Yeah.  Not knowin’.  What’s out there.  What’s comin’.  What it’s gonna be like a month from now.  Hell.  Sometimes a week from now.  Day even.  Guess that’s the worst.  Cause sooner or later your mind starts filling in the blanks, you know?”

✉ R: Smythe: Sick? Drunk? What do you need? Water? Like, a bucket? Your brother? TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED B.

( ✉ → remy smythe): I appreciate your honesty.  Do you, usually, use that many pros and cons to describe someone off a quick hello and light chit chat?  Or do I have a unique honor of making you think all of that in a matter of a few passing minutes? ( ✉ → remy smythe): Also..  Too tight?  I wasn’t aware.  Duly noted.

   “Uh... morning?” Gavin asked. Why was Connor talking to him first thing in the morning, this was really odd and he instantly knew something was up. He eyed the android skeptically as he took a sip of his third coffee of the day. Instantly, he was spitting the coffee across his desk before he broke into a full on coughing fit. He managed to place the cup of coffee safely on his desk as he leaned against the surface, coughing and gasping for breath.