#phoenixspirits

❛  i got distracted calibrating the oscillating function drive . . . all good now though !   ❜ was she expecting some kind of praise from yaz ? absolutely . she snatches her coat that had been thrown over the bannister on the stairs . ❛  right , let's explore then . . . i hope we don't bump into voltaire , i owe him twenty quid from a game of scrabble . i'm convinced he cheated .   ❜

"  well,  from  where  i’m  standing,  this  is  either  one  of  two  things  -  ”  christopher  remarks  as  they  both  realize  they  are  heading  to  the  same  meeting,  “there  is  something  strange  and  unusual  enough  that  requires  the  buran  and  the  enterprise  to  investigate,  or...”  a  smirk  curves  the  corner  of  his  lips,  “  remember  our  final  year  in  the  academy?  we  had  a  good  run,  but  the  law  has  finally  caught  up  with  us.  ”

Paul was not, in any sense of the word, a friendly person. That being said, the walls he built around himself were not infallible. They had cracks, and no matter how quickly he worked to patch them, he was not quick enough. He had never wanted to come to Starfleet, but he had found that, if nothing else, continued exposure to someone was a decent way of working through those walls.

Which meant that in working with Airiam, he had come to enjoy her company, even if the majority of their relationship was through the comms reaching between engineering and the bridge. She was down with him now, though, and he was looking at the screen of his console, eyebrows furrowed.

blood related prompts // @phoenixspirits​​: “who hurt you?  why is there blood all over you?”

❝    you know how we never really knew batman’s identity ?   ❞    it’s a genuine question,   honest !    jon’s never been good at secrets,   granted,   but really  —   he’s not trying to spill damian’s family’s vigilante identity,  he swears !   still,   he squares his shoulders a little,   nervous,   and rushes through.    ❝    do you think your life’s like,   i don’t know   ...    like is it better ?   when people know your dad’s iron man ?   ❞ 

          She’s up as far on her toes as she dares to go, but she still can’t reach the bottle of strawberry vinaigrette dressing on the top shelf. Setting herself back down, flat footed, she very nearly begins to tear up as she looks down at the basket of greens and salad toppings she’d come in for, for the salad her pregnancy cravings had been demanding all day.

          A part of her wants to give up. To just go back around putting everything in her basket back on the shelves, and to go home empty-handed. But the cravings won’t let her. Not when she’s this close to their satisfaction.

          Her face is hot with embarrassment as she hunts down the nearest person taller than herself: a nice looking man with dark hair and sensitive eyes. She feels guilty for approaching him.

          “Hey, I’m-- I’m sorry to bother you? But I can’t find an employee to help me, and I-- I can’t reach something in the next aisle over. Could you help?” She pauses, worrying her lip with her teeth. “It’s no problem if you’re in a hurry, I can just keep looking for someone...”

          Pippa’s confidence hasn’t always been so low. In fact, it had been at it’s peak just months ago, when her--then, now ex--boyfriend had suggested they have a baby together. But since then, and since she’d begun to show, he’d just... disappeared. Taking her sense of security and confidence with him.

          Before she’s even given him a moment to respond to her, she begins to turn back the way she’d come, skittish.