Sarah Sully (sarah_sully) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-12-04 06:30:00 |
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She could feel it. Feel the build up like a bottle of pop that had been shaken up too much. But she was sure she could handle the ride down to a planet. She was as prepared as she could be. No bag packed, just the phone in her hands that held the starmap and a little helper from JARVIS. Shepard hadn't had a second thought on giving her what she wanted. The other woman almost insisted on taking her herself, but Sarah couldn't allow that. Her niece, nephew, and Rawdon lived on the ship. She wouldn't risk them. And she hated putting John at risk. But he was her only hope. To take her mind off of her raging emotions, she went through the steps of the Merengue. One of the many dances with Spanish Origin that she'd learned for the wedding. So far it was helping the pressure, it was keeping it from building to an unmanageable level. But she had to wonder, if a warhead had feelings, if this was what it felt like before going off. And like everyday, Sarah looked like she had it all together. Like she wasn't about to burst. Her lab coat over a pink blouse, and pressed capri pants, in matching pink platform heels. (Adding two inches to her diminutive height, of five feet even.) Around her neck, dangling from her ears, and dazzleing her fingers were her trademark crystals. Ment to help keep her in control. |