RP for laura_muse
Set in the Canon!RP-verse, written with the lovely Laura_muse.
Kara carefully made her way through Galactica's halls, heading towards Laura Roslin's quarters. Or, rather, the ones Laura had been appointed. She might have been shacking up with the Old Man--it wasn't exactly a secret--but Kara didn't really want to think too much about that. Not that she wasn't happy for them both, of course she was, it was just...it was Admiral Adama.
Kara knocked lightly on the door, rocking back and forth on her feet. For some reason, she found herself thinking about Sam, that morning, then scowled when she realized she had a totally dopey grin on her face. Ugh.
Love makes me so frakking stupid.
They were facing imminent war. Now was not the time to be acting like some kind of frakking teenager just because she and her husband were actually getting along and she wasn't frakking around on him. Gods.
Kara carefully made her way through Galactica's halls, heading towards Laura Roslin's quarters. Or, rather, the ones Laura had been appointed. She might have been shacking up with the Old Man--it wasn't exactly a secret--but Kara didn't really want to think too much about that. Not that she wasn't happy for them both, of course she was, it was just...it was Admiral Adama.
Kara knocked lightly on the door, rocking back and forth on her feet. For some reason, she found herself thinking about Sam, that morning, then scowled when she realized she had a totally dopey grin on her face. Ugh.
Love makes me so frakking stupid.
They were facing imminent war. Now was not the time to be acting like some kind of frakking teenager just because she and her husband were actually getting along and she wasn't frakking around on him. Gods.