#micorriza

En el alma, la memoria no muere, sino que yace como micelio en la tierra, esperando ser llamada por el recuerdo que la hiere. Puede que el tiempo y el dolor la callen, más siempre estará presente, como la red que los hongos tejen.

Los momentos que vivimos, las personas que amamos, son como la micorriza que conecta nuestra historia y destino. A veces se rompen, se desconectan en el camino, pero su huella siempre queda, como la red que los hongos han tejido. Un lazo que no se rompe, un abrazo que no se olvida.

Los recuerdos son tesoros imperecederos, el legado más valioso que podemos dejar, no importa si la mente se olvida, si se pierde el sendero, los recuerdos estarán siempre presentes, como la micorriza que los hongos hacen perdurar. Nuestro pasado, presente y futuro, todos en un solo lugar.

No llores las despedidas, ni las personas que se van, pues nunca se marchan del todo, siempre quedan en ti. Sigue adelante, llevando contigo tus recuerdos sin fin, como la fuerza que el micelio otorga, en su comunicación infinita y sutil. Un lazo que se extiende, un abrazo que no se acaba.

 ❝   donovan,  what were you thinking?   ❞

 in general,   scientist rarely speaks first:   never because of a lack of interesting things to say   -    not even because of the innate reserved nature of how she exists with one foot already on her next project or assignment...     maeve,    simply,    has always been observer with new people no matter how much she sees    &&    leaves unremarked.    xelayan features are easily left hidden beneath fringe and carefully cut brown locks,    out of sight enough that hopefully they will go as forgotten by others as they go ignored by geneticist:    yet another thing to go on list of things she would rather dance around than address directly.

 when attention comes to settle on her,    scientist falters in turning to properly look at kelly even when @micorriza​’s steps first register in back of mind,    alert enough that speaking is far from first clue that she is no longer alone.

❛  why didn’t you wait for me ?  ❜  ❛  ¿ por qué no me esperaste ?  ❜ it ran through her head as she stared blankly at @micorriza​ as though the answer would simply appear. they may have had a heart to heart, but that didn’t negate the fact that looking at esti often left her bubbling with feelings she had since filed away. “ lo siento - “ a deep breath was taken as she shifted between her feet. they usually had a buffer present in the shape of a fair-haired woman, but jess was nowhere to be found. “ - pense que estabas con nosotras. “ i thought you were with us. a bold-faced lie. lupe knew damn well that the younger woman had been flitting about the house with every intention of coming along, but she let the worst part of her ignorance take over and allow everyone to set off without the other in tow.

a pregnant pause fell between them before she continued. ¿ qué tienes planeado para esta noche ? what do you have planned for this evening? because that good ol’ pang of guilt wasn’t going to let her enjoy the rest of hers if she allowed the younger woman to sit about and sulk due to being left out of their previous adventures. plus, despite hating the fact that she was one of the only people on the team to be able to understand the woman, she did also kind of enjoy the fact that they could be in their own little world. it was a rather confusing feeling to have given the fact that there were times she wanted nothing to do with the other. emotions, aye? they were useless and made little sense.

The air conditioning of the new station made red curls flutter. The night cycle was approaching its end, and like the young officers they were, they had danced the night away. There was a part of her, that was becoming more and more aware, that this was becoming something else. Her back pressed against the cool metal wall of a close store, the twinkling stars above shone through the clear ceiling. It was almost like something out of a book she had read when she was younger.

Heat flushed across her cheeks at the realisation he was so close to her that she could feel his breath against her skin. It felt like natural evolution this time, rather than a drunk mistake at a starship party. There was a little voice in the back of her head, telling her that she should have more sense than to make out with people she had to share a bridge with but right now…she didn’t care.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, a shiver up her spine as hands reached for him, gentle fingers grasped the fabric of his shirt, clung to him as she lifted her head…tried to calm the breath that was threatening to hitch in her chest. Convinced that the tense air between them could have been cut with a phaser blast. For a moment she froze, trying to read the atmosphere as her knees threatened to give way. So, she did the only logical thing.