[ a simple enough answer, though while it does well to summarize, it doesn't do justice to the gravity of the situation. this curse just drove a wedge between herself and her first officer, something that wasn't kathryn's fault, but she felt immensely guilty for nonetheless. nevermind the lines she crossed with kirk. flirting with him was one thing, kissing him was another matter entirely. none of it sat well with her, even if nothing that happened was her fault. it was still her, even if it wasn't her. curse or not, her actions still came with consequences.
frowning, she looks down at the pebbled stone that makes up the floor of the roof. for the first time in the near six months since she's been here, she's glad she's not on voyager. there was nowhere to go, had this happened aboard the ship. there would've been no real way of giving him the space he needed, of letting time do some mending before they sat down to have that inevitable conversation she knew he knew wasn't going to go the way he wanted. because she wouldn't allow it — she wouldn't even let herself contemplate that set of what ifs, why would she give it the go ahead just because they were stuck here? it was going to be unpleasant no matter how it went, all because a plant and a curse threw them out of sync. she maintained a careful balance with her second in command, and that scale was now tipping. ]
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[ a simple enough answer, though while it does well to summarize, it doesn't do justice to the gravity of the situation. this curse just drove a wedge between herself and her first officer, something that wasn't kathryn's fault, but she felt immensely guilty for nonetheless. nevermind the lines she crossed with kirk. flirting with him was one thing, kissing him was another matter entirely. none of it sat well with her, even if nothing that happened was her fault. it was still her, even if it wasn't her. curse or not, her actions still came with consequences.
frowning, she looks down at the pebbled stone that makes up the floor of the roof. for the first time in the near six months since she's been here, she's glad she's not on voyager. there was nowhere to go, had this happened aboard the ship. there would've been no real way of giving him the space he needed, of letting time do some mending before they sat down to have that inevitable conversation she knew he knew wasn't going to go the way he wanted. because she wouldn't allow it — she wouldn't even let herself contemplate that set of what ifs, why would she give it the go ahead just because they were stuck here? it was going to be unpleasant no matter how it went, all because a plant and a curse threw them out of sync. she maintained a careful balance with her second in command, and that scale was now tipping. ]