Kara||004
Who: havemyflaws & stumpygrump
Where: Malik's cottage, Espoir
Style: Third
Status: Closed
Because her body still seemed to think at times that she was on Galactica, Kara rose early most of the time unless she'd had a late night painting, running or, as of recently, reading. So she was up early, in her uniform for a change and was out the door as soon as she was ready, Malik's coat in her arms as she jogged to Espoir, face set in a frown the whole way. Knowing the state of affairs between her and Malik was tricky and after what had happened in the library, it was even harder still to see where they stood with one another. In some ways, he reminded her of Lee and his rules although Lee could bend them at times if he needed to.
And when she was involved, the rules typically needed to be bent and often more than a little.
It was Sam though, who complicated matters most. Sam who wasn't even here but still made life awkward and her own reluctance and inability to deal with some things. But it was still easier to try to pin the blame on somebody else and not herself although this was definitely a situation - or maybe mess was a better word - of her own making.
Her irritation built up on the way and by the time she reached Malik's cottage, there was a tension in her jaw and the set of her shoulders and after she knocked on the door, the arm that wasn't holding Malik's coat came up to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"Lords," she muttered to herself, rolling back her shoulders and trying to relax her posture at least a little, "Let me figure out what the frak is going on with all this today."
Where: Malik's cottage, Espoir
Style: Third
Status: Closed
Because her body still seemed to think at times that she was on Galactica, Kara rose early most of the time unless she'd had a late night painting, running or, as of recently, reading. So she was up early, in her uniform for a change and was out the door as soon as she was ready, Malik's coat in her arms as she jogged to Espoir, face set in a frown the whole way. Knowing the state of affairs between her and Malik was tricky and after what had happened in the library, it was even harder still to see where they stood with one another. In some ways, he reminded her of Lee and his rules although Lee could bend them at times if he needed to.
And when she was involved, the rules typically needed to be bent and often more than a little.
It was Sam though, who complicated matters most. Sam who wasn't even here but still made life awkward and her own reluctance and inability to deal with some things. But it was still easier to try to pin the blame on somebody else and not herself although this was definitely a situation - or maybe mess was a better word - of her own making.
Her irritation built up on the way and by the time she reached Malik's cottage, there was a tension in her jaw and the set of her shoulders and after she knocked on the door, the arm that wasn't holding Malik's coat came up to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"Lords," she muttered to herself, rolling back her shoulders and trying to relax her posture at least a little, "Let me figure out what the frak is going on with all this today."