[ she looks like she doesn't expect the touch and as soon as her hand is brought to his chest, she turns her head. her fingers are loose now, and jolyne fixes her eyes for a moment on her own fingers, a point where a hole-like scar sits on her index finger. power. what's it like to have power again? not this one she has this week. not the ability to fly. she wants her soul again. she could do anything with her soul.
her own lip trembles for a moment before she sets her jaw once more. ]
No one points us in any direction, we've had to fuckin' fight tooth and claw for some semblence of any kinda answer.
I miss being able to punch all my fuckin' problems away.
[ well, she's just going to get drawn into a hug, now. as close as she wants to be, or as brief as she wants. or, even, as long as she wants, if she needs it like he does. janeway didn't make any friends, last trial, ruffling feathers the way she did - and her tricorder wouldn't be good to keep in circulation if someone wanted to get creative with a murder.
but whisper was just a kid. she was just a scared kid, who cared about her friends and was afraid of losing her team (again, she'd said). and he'd promised - and he couldn't keep a promise, this time. ]
... god, I wish we could just punch these problems away. [ a shaky breath, a weak laugh ] Instead we're playing scavenger hunt while we get thrown into stupid or deadly situations we didn't ask for.
well the hug is allowed, she just melts into it and push her cup onto a nearby nightstand before wrapping her arms around him too, pressing them together. the hug she gives him is as tight as possible, fingers curling into his fur as she fights to press her chin onto his shoulder. ]
Just have to keep at it. We've made it halfway... we can manage four more weeks.
[ we can manage it just fine. she turns her head a little so she can look at him with a faint smile. ]
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her own lip trembles for a moment before she sets her jaw once more. ]
No one points us in any direction, we've had to fuckin' fight tooth and claw for some semblence of any kinda answer.
I miss being able to punch all my fuckin' problems away.
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but whisper was just a kid. she was just a scared kid, who cared about her friends and was afraid of losing her team (again, she'd said). and he'd promised - and he couldn't keep a promise, this time. ]
... god, I wish we could just punch these problems away. [ a shaky breath, a weak laugh ] Instead we're playing scavenger hunt while we get thrown into stupid or deadly situations we didn't ask for.
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well the hug is allowed, she just melts into it and push her cup onto a nearby nightstand before wrapping her arms around him too, pressing them together. the hug she gives him is as tight as possible, fingers curling into his fur as she fights to press her chin onto his shoulder. ]
Just have to keep at it. We've made it halfway... we can manage four more weeks.
[ we can manage it just fine. she turns her head a little so she can look at him with a faint smile. ]
Yeah? Together?