Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2014 14:41:12 GMT -8
The one fortunate thing about the side of SGE was that by the time she had walked from the counselor’s office, then taken the travel core and a turbolift to the quarters she was temporarily residing in at the station, she was much more in control of herself. She didn’t feel better, so to speak— in fact part of her never wanted to feel better, as it felt like a betrayal to their son— but she at least had her mask back on. She’d started removing her clothes a beat before the automatic door had shut behind her, as she felt hot and restrained… and not in the good ways.
By the time she caught her reflection in the mirror behind the living area couch, she was clad only in a delicate silver necklace. The low lighting in the room struck her face in a way that cast shadows on her features, making her appear older than she was. I wonder if that’s what mother looked like, she mused silently. Her hand drifted down to the necklace’s pendant, which was a opalescent stone set in silver, ringed by a small row of diamonds. She caught it with one hand, running her thumb over the inscription it bore on the back. Though the material looked silver, it was something that Federation scientists had never come across before, and her cursory scans had found it to be far harder than silver, and resistant to tarnish. In fact, it still looked brand new, and she had had it… well…
She removed it from her neck, flipping it over to the back side. The side that no one had seen before, save herself and her adoptive parents. The inscription on the reverse was in two languages, Orion and Standard. She couldn’t read the first, but she knew what it said based on the latter: E’Ma’ri.
Though it was unidentified, it was also clearly valuable. It had given her hope when she was a child, hope that she was more than just an unwanted product of a slave’s unconsenting union. It was not the sort of thing one gave to the daughter of a whore. When she’d found out she was pregnant, she was thrilled that she’d not conceived a daughter. She still wasn’t entirely convinced herself that she was anything more than an Orion animal woman. After all that had occurred— losing her unborn child, the things that Colton had done to her, and murdering a man with her bare hands— she was even less certain than usual.
Shaking her head, she sat the necklace down, trying to clear her thoughts of all the negativity. She had achieved a lot, far more than what an animal woman would have been capable of. She just needed to take one day at a time, focus on the small stuff. She heard a sound in the other room, and she jumped slightly, but then Cluros came scurrying out. She picked up the feline, and hugged him for a moment, before sitting him back down.
“Let’s see what trouble you’re getting into,” she said, walking over into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed was a small giftwrapped box. She cocked her head to the side. Such gestures weren’t something that she was used to from Hunter. Still… they’d both been through a lot. She practically skipped towards the bed, eager to see what was inside.
She never got there, though.
Strong arms wrapped around her body, pinning her arms to her sides. She could only let out a brief shriek before a hand clapped over her mouth. She felt lips near her ear as gooseflesh formed on her body. “Quiet,” the unfamiliar masculine voice said.
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By the time she caught her reflection in the mirror behind the living area couch, she was clad only in a delicate silver necklace. The low lighting in the room struck her face in a way that cast shadows on her features, making her appear older than she was. I wonder if that’s what mother looked like, she mused silently. Her hand drifted down to the necklace’s pendant, which was a opalescent stone set in silver, ringed by a small row of diamonds. She caught it with one hand, running her thumb over the inscription it bore on the back. Though the material looked silver, it was something that Federation scientists had never come across before, and her cursory scans had found it to be far harder than silver, and resistant to tarnish. In fact, it still looked brand new, and she had had it… well…
She removed it from her neck, flipping it over to the back side. The side that no one had seen before, save herself and her adoptive parents. The inscription on the reverse was in two languages, Orion and Standard. She couldn’t read the first, but she knew what it said based on the latter: E’Ma’ri.
Though it was unidentified, it was also clearly valuable. It had given her hope when she was a child, hope that she was more than just an unwanted product of a slave’s unconsenting union. It was not the sort of thing one gave to the daughter of a whore. When she’d found out she was pregnant, she was thrilled that she’d not conceived a daughter. She still wasn’t entirely convinced herself that she was anything more than an Orion animal woman. After all that had occurred— losing her unborn child, the things that Colton had done to her, and murdering a man with her bare hands— she was even less certain than usual.
Shaking her head, she sat the necklace down, trying to clear her thoughts of all the negativity. She had achieved a lot, far more than what an animal woman would have been capable of. She just needed to take one day at a time, focus on the small stuff. She heard a sound in the other room, and she jumped slightly, but then Cluros came scurrying out. She picked up the feline, and hugged him for a moment, before sitting him back down.
“Let’s see what trouble you’re getting into,” she said, walking over into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed was a small giftwrapped box. She cocked her head to the side. Such gestures weren’t something that she was used to from Hunter. Still… they’d both been through a lot. She practically skipped towards the bed, eager to see what was inside.
She never got there, though.
Strong arms wrapped around her body, pinning her arms to her sides. She could only let out a brief shriek before a hand clapped over her mouth. She felt lips near her ear as gooseflesh formed on her body. “Quiet,” the unfamiliar masculine voice said.
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