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i wait staring at the northern star
Who: Jim Kirk (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
1701) & Kathryn Janeway (directives)
What: The Talk
When: nowish
Where: Wyver
Warning(s): probably nothing unless you're very sensitive about Star Trek spoilers from 2009
Jim's not stupid - and because he's not stupid, he knows Kathryn, in turn, isn't stupid. He doesn't believe that the soft semi-revelation of yeah something's up with this was a shock to her; they're both keeping quiet about too much, they've both seen and experienced too many indescribable things out in deep space.
It's still on the table to lie about it. He could. He's manipulative enough, he's done it plenty of times. But he just doesn't want to.
The bar he picked is low-energy, for Wyver, geared to the 'fuck off and leave me alone' kind of privacy versus any kind of manufactured intimacy, because that's just how the city is. Even now in the somber aftermath of near-apocalypse. Recognizable by some natives despite no longer carrying the ring he was given (not that he'd wear it anyway), he's given space, exchanging nods or low-toned greetings. It's been a rough few weeks, for these people. Longer for the refugees. He could easily slip away to Olympia, with its lesser damage and better weather, but it's another one of those things he just doesn't want to do.
"Walking around, doesn't seem so unbelievable that a giant dragon rolled through, huh?" he says to Kathryn once they're settling into a curved wooden booth.
1701) & Kathryn Janeway (directives) What: The Talk
When: nowish
Where: Wyver
Warning(s): probably nothing unless you're very sensitive about Star Trek spoilers from 2009
Jim's not stupid - and because he's not stupid, he knows Kathryn, in turn, isn't stupid. He doesn't believe that the soft semi-revelation of yeah something's up with this was a shock to her; they're both keeping quiet about too much, they've both seen and experienced too many indescribable things out in deep space.
It's still on the table to lie about it. He could. He's manipulative enough, he's done it plenty of times. But he just doesn't want to.
The bar he picked is low-energy, for Wyver, geared to the 'fuck off and leave me alone' kind of privacy versus any kind of manufactured intimacy, because that's just how the city is. Even now in the somber aftermath of near-apocalypse. Recognizable by some natives despite no longer carrying the ring he was given (not that he'd wear it anyway), he's given space, exchanging nods or low-toned greetings. It's been a rough few weeks, for these people. Longer for the refugees. He could easily slip away to Olympia, with its lesser damage and better weather, but it's another one of those things he just doesn't want to do.
"Walking around, doesn't seem so unbelievable that a giant dragon rolled through, huh?" he says to Kathryn once they're settling into a curved wooden booth.