#odyssey.

Of course she doesn’t. The fact she’d found his quarters once more hadn’t meant anything nor the way he could truly read how tense she was. Perhaps the stress of their endeavor weighed most heavily on her shoulders given their circumstances. But a part of him felt drawn to try and relieve her burden. As soon as the serious note coaxed it’s way into his mind he deviated in favor of fixing his attention on her. A thumb raked the data pad he’d been reading only scrolling further.

Standing, each footstep seemed to lure him closer to the other. He could feel both curious eyes and her nerves upon him and a subtle look up revealed familiar eyes that could cause such a stir in him. The subtle curl of his lips had only been telling to his intentions. “It says here there’s a trace line of ora a few hours out; secluded so it might be an interesting lead.” His form had nearly closed in.

“Which means we have some time before anything needs to be done.” Eyes lifted before he had tossed the data pad aside. She had his full attention.

“Which also means you can tell me what’s bothering you or—you and I can just relax?” Letting a hand capture one of her own fingers interlaced gradually. His other could have very well set the tone when it cradled her just above a hip.

What an accusation! If his sensibilities were more in an acute state he might have chided the young woman. But even then their conflicting lifestyles elaborated on her own seclusion. At least in his opinion she needed to drop her guard for a fleeting moment. Even with such intricate observations the connection from his mind to his mouth had hit a snag. What kind of statement flowed through alcohol stained lips?

“Uhh...”

What a wonderful start for the captain. Scrambling in that respect fingertips grazed his temple. Excuses—some manner of explanation to satiate the look she was giving him.

The man's focus had been intense as he screened data intent on deciphering every bit of information that came his way. Had he felt their guest's eyes upon him? If he did, the other made little regard to her actions allowing her to motion freely. Despite the others relative silence, her company had grown upon the group. Most had already cemented her position aboard the ship with little to no skepticism.

And that had been with barely any motion on his part. Pacing as he did, his head only raised as if in thought before nodding to himself once more. Another screen flashed as he tapped at it absently. Whatever information that had been on display remained skewed by the angle preventing any but himself from viewing it. Perhaps it had been vital information only fit for the man's astute judgement?

Bypassing her once more, he stalled as he exhaled a momentary breath. Hardly out of annoyance he seemed close to finishing. Finally however his attention leveled on her gaze before lips quirked in amusement. Taking a seat beside her, an arm draped along the backing of the furniture instead.

"Hungry?"

the injured and the healers.

" tsssk. "

a click of the tongue full of snark. everything was under control. nothing as bad as qiyana's attitude made it seem. but people like her always had a complaint.

" my, my. picky, aren't we? believe it or not, i'm trying to be as gentle as can be. "

of course, his hands were more used to manipulating gadgets and gizmos, tools of destruction, rather than tending to wounds. but dangers to be found in all corners of the galaxy forced him to pick up a few skills. enough to slither out of bad situations.

and he was not lying, either.

as much as draven wanted to throw qiyana and her ora inflated ego by the airlock, more and more with each passing second, the brothers weren't bereft of hospitality. even when some lacked the capacity to appreciate it.

draven's hands stops working on the wound, leaving the bare necessary bandages to hold the bleeding. bleached strands of hair tucked behind his ears, before arms cross, eyes set on the woman in a scowl.

it wouldn't work out if she refused to trust in the process. nor would he resume 'til then.

" alright. yer gonna have to suck it up, and accept the help. i'll recap for ya, we're too far from any planet that ain't populated by hungry beasties. and dar is much less patient and he's pretty boorish. "

exhaling a deep sigh, questionning how he ended up dealing with this. with her. unsure if the deal was worth all that trouble.

too late to backtrack.

for a fraction of a second, draven's traits softened. if barely noticeable. propping himself back up, hands searching for needed materials on the desk. and one more glance toward qiyana, traces of annoyance fading.

What a-- terrible night to be sleepless.

[ he replied against the r a i n d r o p s

down the dip of his chin

Send me a ‘shh’ for my muses reaction to yours sliding their hand up my muses leg.

“Shh…”, Dean whispered against his earlobe.

[ hot air ballooned static lung in a brontide breeze of carefully abandoned composure;; pink lips part, & do their part in pairing with the painted example of beholden confusion there upon his every lack of movement, because— Dean.

But curiously enough, he allows his eyelids to flutter to a close.                   { what if’s — could be’s — not sure’s — just breathe’s }.calloused fingers burning their heat into his skin as Permanently & Righteously as the hand imprinted Dean’s shoulder when 

 dean wιncнeѕter waѕ ѕaved. 

Cas matched his fingers to it now—                                           & he does.  shh. ]

“— Okay.”             [ He would have very little to say, anyway,