thirteen ☼ spam & voice

[deshabille]

spam } hannibal, backdated

[She does not sit by his bed until he wakes up. Instead, she watches him until she hears his breathing begin again and then leaves the infirmary. She knows he won't stay for long.]

[It's only later that she goes to find him in his room. This time, she knocks. Of course, if he doesn't respond, she'll just go in. But she can pretend at respect for bare moments.]

[It's the little things.]

private } dean, polly, arya, shortly after the above

I need to start it now. Right now.

[Theoretically this is all very dramatic but she's mostly anticipating a lot of boredom, which shows in her voice. Snore. This again.]

[She's fine it's fine.]

private } aeryn

Timetable has obviously been pushed back, but you should know I'll be out of commission for, mm. A while.

private } spock

Something you might be interested in.

private } ben

I have information of relevance to your inmate, and you by extension. No detail, but you should know anyway.

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spam;

[deshabille]

[She will be waiting - by all appearances unbothered, unworried, unconcerned - in her cabin.]

spam;

[soliterraneous]

[ Appearances are dren, Aeryn know this, and she knows that Mal's appearances when they don't involve teeth are perhaps even more so.

After Aeryn enters the first thing she does is kiss Mal. Possessive and wanting and demanding of her attention from whatever else might be attempting to command her thoughts in the moment. ]

spam;

[deshabille]

[As always, this serves its purpose - to center her, to draw her focus in and enable her to spread it out, to let her focus on the taste and smell of Aeryn and the undercurrent of energy that makes her alive rather than anything less pleasant.]

[She sighs against the other woman's mouth and tugs at her lip with her teeth. Thank you, thank you, thank you.]

spam;

[soliterraneous]

[ Aeryn is comforted in this, inasmuch as she can be; she's worried about this transition, worried about the strain it will put Mal under, but other than that she trusts it will go as it must because she can do nothing but trust.

And this. Be herself, in Mal's space, and take up as much of it as she can whenever Mal might need it, and several moments besides.

When they break for air - and they must, because Aeryn has to breathe despite other plans - she rubs her thumb along Mal's cheekbone and gives her a wry smile. ]

Better?