#paramount-icebound

Karen sat behind her desk with her feet resting on top of it. The faint smell of whiskey clung to her, lending further to her air of unprofessionalism. It was a Friday afternoon; she wanted to be working even less than the students wanted to be in class. That was not a workable excuse for one-time behavior – she refused to work an entire day without a swig of something during class change regardless of the day of the week – but it served to justify the escalation somewhat. Not that she cared what other people thought of her and her actions, or, at least, she would never admit it.

Her eyes flicked to the clock set in the wall as the door creaks open, brow furrowing as she was forced by necessity to squint slightly. It was nowhere near time for her next class – as she had thought – but no one ever trespassed on her space outside of scheduled class time. She had always made certain of that, scaring people away whenever they tried.

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Consular was the storyline that ruined my life, honestly. ;_; ))

((Was a pretty good story though I wish the middle part hadn't felt a little slow. I felt it sorta lacked the urgency that I liked in the JK and Trooper stories. I dunno why.

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Yesss. I love this. And you know, that au idea that I reblogged- I think it would be all the more interesting if Marla was the war lord, and Khan was the storyteller.))