Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2011 10:32:17 GMT -8
The walk back from Engineering had seemed longer than she remembered it. Rychel hovered outside the doorway to her quarters, remembering the last time that she'd stood there. He was with her.
Her face flushed.
She entered her quarters, removing her uniform piece by piece before throwing the whole lot of it into the replicator for recycling. She entered the bathroom, and stared at herself in the mirror for a long moment.
She scowled at her reflection, and watched the ridges on her nose seem to multiply as her brow furrowed at the action. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached up to grasp the earring. Her face flushed more as she remembered earlier, when he'd brushed against her neck ever so softly as he'd reached to inspect it...
Bajoran.
The word ran through her mind.
Did it matter what she was? Did it matter the people she'd come from? Would he be more interested in her if those 7 little ridges weren't perched atop her pert little nose? What would she look life if she were a Cardassian, she wondered.
Her neck was long enough, she decided, after a moment's inspection. Her frame was small though, not quite the same as the thicker, sturdier frame of a Cardassian woman, that was for certain.
She shook her head, removing the earring and sitting it aside before she stepped into the Sonic Shower. While it would never be the same as a water shower, she had to admit that it relaxed her some, although it didn't divert her thoughts from their present course.
She changed into a crimson shirt, made of light and flowy, yet clingy material with a low, boat-style neckline. After a moment's thought she replicated a simple skirt of a similar golden material. Finally, reluctantly, she retrieved her earring from the bathing room, and put it back in.
There was no changing what she was. And what planet she was born on didn’t say anything about who she was as a person.
She went out and tidied the living area of her quarters. She straightened the pillow that Dakbar had been holding while he was there. She picked up the two mugs and slowly, reluctantly took them to the replicator to be recycled.
**Come on, Rychel, must you always be so needlessly, hopelessly romantic?** She thought to herself.
Sighing, she grabbed a Padd from beside her bed, curled up in a little ball on her sofa, and began to read.
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Her face flushed.
She entered her quarters, removing her uniform piece by piece before throwing the whole lot of it into the replicator for recycling. She entered the bathroom, and stared at herself in the mirror for a long moment.
She scowled at her reflection, and watched the ridges on her nose seem to multiply as her brow furrowed at the action. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached up to grasp the earring. Her face flushed more as she remembered earlier, when he'd brushed against her neck ever so softly as he'd reached to inspect it...
Bajoran.
The word ran through her mind.
Did it matter what she was? Did it matter the people she'd come from? Would he be more interested in her if those 7 little ridges weren't perched atop her pert little nose? What would she look life if she were a Cardassian, she wondered.
Her neck was long enough, she decided, after a moment's inspection. Her frame was small though, not quite the same as the thicker, sturdier frame of a Cardassian woman, that was for certain.
She shook her head, removing the earring and sitting it aside before she stepped into the Sonic Shower. While it would never be the same as a water shower, she had to admit that it relaxed her some, although it didn't divert her thoughts from their present course.
She changed into a crimson shirt, made of light and flowy, yet clingy material with a low, boat-style neckline. After a moment's thought she replicated a simple skirt of a similar golden material. Finally, reluctantly, she retrieved her earring from the bathing room, and put it back in.
There was no changing what she was. And what planet she was born on didn’t say anything about who she was as a person.
She went out and tidied the living area of her quarters. She straightened the pillow that Dakbar had been holding while he was there. She picked up the two mugs and slowly, reluctantly took them to the replicator to be recycled.
**Come on, Rychel, must you always be so needlessly, hopelessly romantic?** She thought to herself.
Sighing, she grabbed a Padd from beside her bed, curled up in a little ball on her sofa, and began to read.
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