#withinaperfectmemory

I'm also thinking of adding more to that relationships page

Send ✉ for a 2AM text

[ sms; 2:09 am ] i miss you, luke. - dar

Send ✘ for an unsent text

[ sms; 4:44 am - draft ] LUKE WE’RE GONNA HAVE COMPANY - Dar

Send ☠ for a threatening message

[ sms; 12:32 pm ] I swear to God, if you’re hiding in that lab again, I really will throw my PADD at you… - Dar

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

[ sms; 6:56 pm ] You are one handsome son of a gun. I could stare at you for hours. - Dar

[ sms; 6:57 pm ] Someone hacked my phone I swear - Dar

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[ sms; 8:20 pm ] cam you pickme up? -dr

Food Headcanon

"Luke?"

Dar's heels clicked across the floor as she checked the rooms of the lab, searching for her friend. Nothing garnered a response. She tried calling his name a few times, changing her pitch to humorously high levels, and rapping on a few doors. No answer.

"I feel like Aunt Beru off Star Wars," she joked to herself. "Luke? Come on, hun. You called me here... gave me the passcode... where are you? You better be okay." Peering into a nearby room, she scanned her eyes around each corner. No Luke.

There be starters I owe, and people who I'd like to plot (or whatever) with, I'm going to just tag you so you get a heads up that I'm gonna probably jump into your askbox when I wake up tomorrow. 

for those that I actually owe a starter for that would be: commspecialistdwyer, withinaperfectmemory and captainjean-lucpicard

for those who i want to hop into askbox that would be uhhh:

admiralchristopherpike and humourisadifficultconcept

((I just have to tell you that Merlin was one of my favorite shows when it was on!!))

Alone. So devastatingly and entirely alone in a world, in universes full of people. Yet, it seemed so disturbingly familiar to her. Once Arik had turned against them, she had found him, hunted him down and exacted revenge for herself, for her people. Even her own, she was different from, yet they had accepted, and loved her as if it were not so. All that had been lost, because of Arik, because of Starfleet. 

Yet there was no passion left in her after killing him. For a long time she had dreamed of taking down Starfleet, but what was the point now that she was the last of her kind? Morgana created an alias for herself and got by - pointlessly. A ghost to the world around her, an unknown threat waiting in the shadows. 

Until she had a dream - one that showed her Admiral Marcus walking through a ship of people, sleeping people and awakening them. Inherently she knew, they were augments just like her. That morning - she woke up alive again. 

It didn't take long to hack Starfleet's system, a superior mind to that which created them in the first place. She watched, until it was evident that they had recruited the unknown augment. Only one, curious...there must of been over a 50 cryotubes in her dreams. 

"You are not alone. Have I got your attention?" was all she sent to him, with coordinates on earth. It was simple enough that if the wrong person came across it, they would dismiss it. Though she hoped that it would serve as a glaring sign to someone who probably, felt like she did when she became the sole survivor of her minuscule family.