#ltnsingh

[fyrewalks]

' i appreciate what you did for me back there. ' // @ltnsingh

"You mean swooping in and saving the day," he clarifies, throwing an arm around the officer's shoulders. He's laughing and loud, attracting far too much attention.

"Pretend you're walking me back," Jim adds, pitching his voice low before the wide grin slides back into place. Better to be thought of as belligerent and drunk, an annoyance, than a credible threat. So long as La'an goes along.

[owedfavors]

⤷ ✧ @ltnsingh said, ❝ who were you talking to? ❞

she had ended the call at the approach of footsteps, though some of the sudden tension drains from her shoulders at la'an's voice. not that her answer is any less evasive: ❛ someone who may be able to shift this situation back into our favor. ❜

she would not yet declare their mission gone awry, but they head swiftly in that direction, pieces tumbling that she struggles to rebalance. with enterprise out of reach, completing its own mission before circling back to retrieve them, it seemed time to reach in the direction of favors owed.

she is often close lipped about the many individuals on whom she can call at need, and she offers a smile now to la'an to soften her avoidance. ❛ did you have any luck? ❜

[conflictaverse]

@ltnsingh . lyrical starter

"I'm not the one to tell you what's wrong and what's right." .x

[nursc]

@ltnsingh asked: “ This IV itches. When am I getting it out? ”

when am i getting out? do you know what you are doing? i’m fine, let me go. if they didn’t leave in a post-scarcity society, there is no doubt in her mind she could have become a billionaire by now by making patients drop a dollar each time they said one of these forbidden phrases.

she could have retired long ago. moved to a far-flung planet with overwhelming flora where no one tried to rip their iv’s off before their treatment was halfway over. now, she didn’t blame la’an’s restlessness — the old-fashioned medicine was not the most comfortable, but it was the most effective when treating this particular infection.

❛⠀⠀⠀when the iv runs out... ⠀ ⠀ ❜ ⠀ ⠀ a pause for dramatic effect. gentle blue eyes narrow, a tired glint reflected in them,⠀ ⠀❛⠀⠀⠀i'll consider your situation. ⠀ ⠀ ❜

hurt/comfort prompts.

[highaver]

@ltnsingh liked this post for kisses.

"Don't take this the wrong way," came the only warning she was going to get. As far as work went, this mission was certainly one of the more... unique ones that he'd faced as an officer. A few days undercover, playing the doting husband, all in the name of collecting information on some would-be weapon. And now they were here, at the kind of party that he might have attended, once, when he was younger, with his parents, an all too familiar setting with all too strange people. Or, in La'an's case, all too familiar people he had to act all too strangely with.

It was one of the strangers dictating his actions this evening. A mistrustful eye on their backs, making Balfour feel as though he had to do something to ease the suspicion. He brushed his thumb across La'an's cheek, gentle as you like, looking every bit the smitten partner. Leaning in just slightly, he continued: "I'm going to kiss you. Alright?" His voice was low enough that only she would hear his words, and to anybody else looking, he might have just been saying something loving. The smile that spread across his lips certainly belonged to the most enamoured of men.

With forefinger and thumb at her chin, Balfour dipped to offer La'an a gentle kiss. Never mind that it had been a while since he'd kissed anyone at all, and never mind that he was doing it for work, strangely, of all things - Balfour hoped that it was enough to sell this completely false relationship of theirs to their untrusting audience. His hand moved to her neck, his touch still soft as anything, and only a few moments later did he finally break the kiss. The smile returned, easy and lovely. Some things, they never prepared you for at the Academy.

"Is our friend still looking?" he asked, brushing his fingers down her shoulder.

[vulku]

                          "     lieutenant . . . " “     if there is a manner in which i can be of assistance to you in this time, i implore you to alert me. though i have every confidence in your abilities. ”

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[sabctage]

@ltnsingh ❝ do you really believe that? ❞

Jim can't help but breathe a terse laugh. The only other person who ever really questioned him on this particular belief is his first officer now, and it was definitely not funny at the time, but... Well. Some things change.

"You only lose when you give in, and I haven't lost yet. Anyway..." He shrugs a shoulder. "When things go wrong, a lot of people try to convince themselves there was no way to win because they couldn't do it. That doesn't mean it can't be done."

[cptnbatel]

sheepishness curls the corner of her lips, and she shifts in an emotional discomfort that quickly becomes physical as it tugs on bruised muscles. if it were her own chief of security stuck sitting across from her in this underground room ( a cellar? it's the closest description marie can find, though there's no evidence that it was ever used as a cellar. there's no evidence that it was used for anything ) from which neither had proved able to climb, marie would be receiving an earful at present — a lecture on recklessness unbefitting her role as a starfleet captain, a reminder of her responsibilities and how wandering off exceeded them...

lieutenant noonien-singh, on the other hand, seemed rather inclined to sit in disapproving silence.

it is a silence that she cannot stand. ❛ for what it's worth, I don't usually go around getting myself into trouble. ❜

in marie's defense, something had caught her attention — imagined movement in the corner of her eye. it had scarcely seemed worth interrupting anyone else from their work: they all had far more important things to do, while she was merely an accessory to their efforts. she was only planetside to begin with because she had grown restless and beamed down for fresh air and to personally check in with the joint teams.

since it was not worth disturbing anyone else, she had gone to investigate herself, only for the ground beneath her feet to suddenly give way and land her here. surely that was not her fault, anymore than it was her fault that a similar fate had befallen enterprise's chief of security when she had come to look for her.

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[cptnpike]

@ltnsingh asked: It's my job to know.

for an instant, it is not la'an who stands in front of him.

another figure appears. she stands in the same position on the threshold of his ready room, a padd with information that he was hoping wouldn't leak so quickly clenched in her hand, as she waited for him to confess to his latest foolhardy plan. even the indignant tone directed at him has the same cadence.

it is not an unfamiliar sight. in fact, it used to be a regular occurrence. on the off chance she isn’t one step ahead of him, number one is adept at twisting his plan into something infinitely more sensible.

except, the figure in front of him is not number one. well, more accurately, not the same number one. she does not hold his secrets or know where he stashed an illegal shipment of chili pepper in his ready room. she is a familiar, welcome sight in all other situations, but in this short instant, when her image and his memory merge in front of his eyes, his first officer feels like an intruder.

❛⠀⠀⠀i’m just mulling it over,⠀ ⠀ ❜⠀ ⠀ he says, motioning for her to sit in one of the chairs with a tired wave, ⠀ ⠀❛⠀⠀⠀i kept you out of the loop so you’d have fresh eyes at the briefing. catch something we missed.⠀ ⠀ ❜⠀ ⠀

the west wing, dead irish writers,sentence starter meme.

[boundlesswrath]

@ltnsingh

the cold dark that pervaded begins to retract & is replaced by a slow, rolling warmth. his tactile sense is the first awakened, followed by hearing. there is a soft hiss & the sound of whirring as something above him retracts. muffled voices become a beacon toward which his consciousness pulls him. the closer he comes, the more clear the voices become. when he wakes, he sees a woman in a red uniform peering down at him.

instinct reacts before thought, & he bolts upright suddenly, preparing to restrain her. but he is stopped short of his hands making contact with her throat by a nagging voice in the back of his mind. augment, it whispers.

in the second before she reacts, his mind rapidly searches her expression & analyzes her posture. she is a warrior, he thinks. a soldier. it's clear in the way she carries herself. he expects she will react accordingly.

[fyrewalks]

wound // @ltnsingh

Jim blinks sluggishly, trying to bring his world into focus. The corners of his vision blurs but he manages to make sense of the concerned face hovering above him. La'an.

La'an.

Panic surges through him and he fights to sit up, but his attempt is ultimately feeble. He groans, pain flaring up from his abdomen. Swallowing against it, Jim tries to speak. "You shouldn't be here..." He sucks in a breath. "I told you to go." It was an order, moments before the world went to shit. In seconds, Jim had accepted that it was likely the last one he was to give.

[owedfavors]

⤷ ✧ @ltnsingh said, ❝ i'm here to tell you every rejection, every disappointment has led you here. to this moment. ❞

una suppresses a roll of her eyes, and with it the ghost of a smile. surely la'an is aware how preposterous the words sound. how uncharacteristically buoyant, carrying the optimism and exuberant enthusiasm that neither of them have use for. ❛ have you been considering a new career as a motivational speaker? I would have thought you would have told me if you had an eye towards leaving starfleet. ❜ she feigns her disappointment, though in doing so perhaps she verges toward a melodrama not wholly unlike la'an's own.

❛ it is just another placement, just another ship. there's no need to be so — ❜ in a rare moment, words fail her. or, better to say, the word that springs to her lips belongs to another life, another language, one she keeps thinking she's all but forgotten until it supplants itself squarely in her mind and deprives of her of the vocabulary she requires. even after fifteen years.

instead, una merely waves a hand dismissively, a gesture meant to encompass this attitude of la'an's that defies definition. ❛ — about it, ❜ she concludes her formerly interrupted sentence. ❛ tell me what you have been up to, instead. ❜

[believedin]

                          "      would you relax? "

“    whatever's supposed to happen, clearly isn't happening now. we've got money, food, let's just --- find some place to stay for the night. these twenty-first century digs can't be that bad.

              . . . maybe some place with a view. ”

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[nursc]

@ltnsingh asked: blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

christine is not the foolish sort, despite all her claims to the contrary. she talks a big game, smiling far too wide while describing the troubles and scrapes she’s gotten into, painting herself as indistructable. it’s easier to blame her recklessness in those stories than to paint the full picture — to admit to others that there is something kinder, more delicate fueling the fire beneath her soles. that maybe it is not the trouble she’s chasing, but the person that got themselves stuck in a bad situation.

she's never been able to look away. drawn to these people like a moth to a flame, christine orbits around the real reckless like a pale, worried moon.

short hair stubbornly sticks to her forehead as she shakes her head in protest, swatting la'an's hand away. fingers return to press against her eyes, the small movement triggering another wave of nausea, her vision darkening at the corner.

❛⠀⠀⠀i’m fine. let me look at you.⠀ ⠀ ❜⠀ ⠀

actions speak louder than words

[highaver]

@ltnsingh. call.

ㅤ“ I've heard a lot about you. ” Balfour has decided that it can't hurt to get to know the people he's working alongside. Especially since they'll be working closely together for the immediate future. He smiles, a little awkward, as tends to be his way when he's really trying. “ The captain - he speaks quite highly of you. I'm glad we'll be working together. Though, I'm sure we both wish it was under better circumstances. ”

[quantumstarpaths]

/ I started watching discovery for the first time after following you, and now being deep into s3, I can confidently say you innately get stamets - his wit, his insecurities, what's important to him. you've got his voice down perfectly. 💕

↣ HOW'S MY PORTRAYAL?

CRYING FOREVER......THANK YOU SO MUCH...i already sent u a message so i wont gush about your la'an here so instead ill just say THANK YOU...THIS IS SO NICE AND MEANS SO MUCH TO ME....