singin’ in the rain.

he knows that bajoran resistance members resorted to eating palukoos when provisions were low. (he doesn’t mind eating bugs. plenty of cultures eat them, he’s not one to turn his nose up at anything, and he’s surprised klingon and ferengi both at how casually he consumes their insect delicacies.) he knows what it is like to eat the last thing available to stay alive. he remembers the feeling of his stomach cleaving his spine, and he remembers how grubs and a crushed up nut paste that he and his fellow escapees ate while on the run filled a hole. 

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> HE'D TALKED ABOUT .. his father's restaurant a lot. back in san fransisco. ellie had always wanted to visit. cook with real ingredients again. she just didn't think it would be after such a terrible event. ben's father had welcomed her with open arms .. almost like she was his granddaughter. and it felt - nice. like being back home. her body leaned against the door frame .. as she watched him clean the clams in the alley. ❝ you ever going to come inside ? ❞ she questioned. her accent still a stark contrast to their own.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 🫧 🐟 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> A HEAVY SIGH IS HEARD .. from the other side of the couch. it was almost nice to feel almost like a ... kid again when she visits. captain ben sisko took her under his wing almost immediately when she had first appeared on the station and ellie had never been more appreciative to have it. short legs hung over the armrest - swinging back and forth lazily. brunette hair sprawled across the cushions. ellie continued to stare up at the paneling of the ceiling. the soft , low hum of ds9's engines was almost enough to put her to sleep. but she didn't have time to sleep , not when she was complaining to ben about how it was hard to make a certain dish that she's been craving for almost a month. the replicator can't replicate it well enough. ❝ i mean - yeah. ❞ she replied. brows furrowed as she sat herself up , chin coming to rest on the back of the couch , as she looked at ben. ❝ but quark is a kitchen hog. ❞

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 🫧 🐟 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> THE DOOR TO HER QUARTERS .. is left open. but her body was already curling back into her bunk. head buries deep into her pillow. the first officer took a second , before she entered - causing the door to shut behind her. ellie hadn't been feeling well the last couple of days. nothing physical. mentally mostly - thoughts of home and the under lying paranoia that someone was watching her. not exactly on board - it was hard to explain , but there was someone out there. it didn't feel like Q - and it threatened to make her lose her mind. t'pol hadn't exactly outwardly shown her concern about ellie's sudden absence at their nightly routine. she had been avoiding both trip and jon for at least a couple of days. head tilted to the side , looking up at her. tears pooled in her eyes. ❝ you don't have to stay. ❞ ellie tried to reiterate again. she just needed her own space for a little while. ❝ but - if you wanted too. i wouldn't say no. ❞ ellie hated asking for help. but if t'pol just .. could sit here with her for a little while.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 🫧 🐟 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> A PAINED GASP .. left her. followed by a wheezy intake of breath. it wasn't like they plan to get into trouble. it usually just found them. the doctor and elenore. always in the middle of something. she had been poisoned. with something bad. the doctor had something to help - but they had told her it would feel WORSE than the poison itself. ellie didn't have a choice though. it was either be dead in an hour or ride through the effects together. but it hurt. hurt real bad. it was like she was going cold turkey. like she had been on the drug all her life. ellie was curled up on her side. her room was an ice block. the TARDIS making it as cool as possible so she didn't over heat. body curled tightly in on itself as she could on her bed - skin slick with sweat and her hands gripped onto the doctor. she tried to laugh. but that caused her chest to constrict and she moaned. pushing him away slightly - ellie took a deeper breath in - looking up at him , before she winced. ❝ i - i know. ❞ she mumbled. finding herself chasing his touch however. she pushed her forehead back against his. ❝ just - just have to ride through it. ❞ she whined.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 🫧 🐟 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⸻ ❝ I'M A REAL TOUGH .. kid , ❞ standing up slightly on the balls of her feet. ellie tries to catch their eye. brows raise up into her hairline when they don't look at her. ❝ i can handle my shit. ❞

✫・゜・。. HAND IS GRASPED FIRMLY ... in jadzia's. shorter legs try not to trip over themselves as ellie is dragged behind the trill. there's a laugh that escapes her. she hadn't been back to ds9 for a little while. she had been on the enterprise for the last couple of weeks. and the sudden over stimulating noise from the promenade was somehow comforting. the hum of the station even more so. ❝ i didn't think you'd miss me that much. ❞ the brunette replied , another laugh bubbling up her throat. she loved hanging out with dax. probably one of the only people on board the station to understand how she feels somedays.

✫・゜・。. FEET COME TO A STOP ... arms are filled with what was probably her baking supplies. a massive grin is plastered on her face. blue eyes look up at ben - as he comes to stand next to her. and they were both stood in front of quark's. ❝ quark said he'd let me bake. ❞ it wasn't usual for the ferangi to willingly give someone something. ellie had been suspicious about the offer - but he had been adamant that no payment was needed. just yet that is. ❝ so - i was rushing because i don't want him to change his mind. ❞ a huff left her - maybe she shouldn't have run from her quarters to the promenade.