#seengalaxies

        “i told you not to do it, but NO.  why would you listen to me?”  | @seengalaxies​ for jim.

“Hope you got yourself a list,” he tells his companion, turning his head to face her and waiting to have her attention before speaking. Here, where it’s so loud, he knows he’ll have to be especially mindful. And best check it twice, he adds, but silently. He’s in a fine mood today, but it’s perhaps a little early to be so jolly. Leonard knows he should pace himself. 

“ i... don’t suppose you would care to join me for lunch, would you, commander? ”

Foam washed up against her ankles as she walked up from the sea to meet the federation representative. When the first explorers from that part of the universe came upon this planet, it was about fifty years ago. She couldn’t have been more than thirty years old. And now she was something of an ambassador. Scales trailing down her legs, dark eyes meeting his. “I was told there was a war?” She was told more than that, but she wanted to see just how much he would tell her. 

   Willow’s tired. It happens, sometimes, you know. Tired... uh... tiredness, or whatever, hitting all of, like, her. But even tired, you have to keep it all up, right? Even tired, you gotta run, you gotta Gate, you gotta move, so she steps into a sea of squiggly colors and warping proportions, and the Gate stabilizes and leads her to the end, and the sky spits her out and she’s falling to the ground, her skull meeting the corner where floor and wall join, her back sliding up against the wall. “Ow.” Eloquent and descriptive, as always, and-- oh... oh big shit, someone’s looking at her. Her smile comes out as a grimace, but it’s upside down, so maybe they, like... can’t tell. “O... oops. You didn’t, uh.” Uncomfortable laugh. “You didn’t, like... see that, right?” That being her Gating into existence, of course. 

“Mm. No offence, sweetheart ... but you really don’t look old enough to be here. Where’s your mom? Or your dad?”

      ❝ do you think odo would let you take me for a ride in the runabout ? you know, for EDUCATIONAL purposes ? ❞

   Hands against each other, falling and rising. Signing. ( What is the point of speaking about that which has already passed? )