wittingly: (Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ I'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ)
ɪᴀɴ ғᴏᴡʟᴇʀ ([personal profile] wittingly) wrote in [community profile] vestigechat 2020-06-08 06:12 am (UTC)

[ Flat bare walls. Flat bare nothing. He makes it all the way down to the end of the goddamn thing, to the airlock door thinking maybe there's a fucking knob or a handle, but there's nothing. They retreat seamlessly into the wall panels, they leave nothing behind.

Mace will get a clear, completely silent view of Ian whirling around left, then right, then absolutely nowhere. Of lips parting, face contorting, teeth bared, and clearly yelling at nothing and no one in particular. If he can read lips, it isn't hard to pick up on the word fuck.

A hand passes over his mouth.

He reels himself in.

Looks back at the glass, the door, and what he can see of Mace's face through it.

Okay. Okay okay okay. Okay. Okay.

He paces back with enough momentum that he has to stop himself with his palms on the flat of it. He looks out, wide-eyed and lips parted, but he says nothing. What the fuck is there to say? He's not gonna beg. He heard that bitch, he knows the implication.

I had to make a choice between a crew member and — Earth.
A body guard protects one person. A prince protects a country.


Oh, god.

Forty seconds. Already? Already, he wasted twenty goddamn seconds just-- doing nothing, finding nothing, accomplishing nothing? ]

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