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[amoray]

the picture prompt meme

1. comment with your character.
2. others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
( 2a. if you like, link a visualosities post in your top level comment to give people material to work with! )
3. reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
4. for an idea of how this works, see bakerstreet, which is where i stole this meme from!
5. THIS IS A SLOW BURNING MEME IF YOU SAY YOU'RE LATE I'LL SLOW BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN

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[sufferably]

<sub>( The lights are still annoying. It’s just particularly jarring to go from being able to vocalize a request—10%, 30%, 100%!—and then suddenly having these nonresponsive switches that are absolutely goddamn useless. It’s especially horrible for Bones, who likes doing five things at once and often uses his hands to work on something as he’s walking. First day in his new clinic? He’d walked in the door laden down with supplies and only then remembered that he couldn’t just ask the lights to turn on. Another strike against the twenty-first century.

All that being said, he doesn’t move to turn the lights on himself. Even if Jim’s cellphone casts the eeriest, barest glow across his face. The darkness is nice and still for a moment, and Bones doesn’t think to shift that. )</sub>

If you call this enjoyable I might have to give you an MRI. _{( It’s like a giant tricoder that you have to stick someone in and doesn’t give as accurate of readings! It’s horrible and the sadist in Bones might enjoy it more than a little. )}

And I don’t need a reason. I haven’t slept through the night in five years. Maybe more.

[bartalk]

[ the phone lights up with a received text, which occupies Jim's thoughts for a moment, even if only to grimace at the number and delete the offending message immediately. It obviously wasn't that important. Or perhaps it was from that one nurse at Bones's new place of work, who'd greatly enjoyed the stir fry Jim brought over one day: a lunch he'd conveniently forgot to give Bones. ]

You know, that timeframe lines up suspiciously with when we joined Starfleet.

[ he gives Bones a nudge with his shoe, which thankfully are new TOMS and not too covered with the scum of the streets. It's near impossible to imagine life without Bones or the Enterprise, and even after everything, he'd rather not. ]

Five years of great memories, and what's the worst that's happened?

[ bad question, he notes mentally and changes it to something with a less unhappy hypothetical answer ]

You mean you weren't born with dark circles?

[sufferably]

I can’t imagine why. <sub>( Bones drawls, though he supposes that isn’t entirely fair. He’d effectively been sleeping on the couch for six months before that, or on cots at the hospital. Starfleet might have been an improvement, at least during the academy days, though it couldn’t cure his insomnia completely. Being on the Enterprise was an exercise in tiring himself out so much that he couldn’t think about the face that he was floating in space every time he finally did lie down to get some rest.

He grimaces when Jim quips about the worst of it, pushes him away half-heartedly. Part of him is still angry—still really, really angry, and not just the kind of comfortable irritation he lives in daily—at Jim, for everything he’d done with regards to Khan. And Bones knows that illogical—hah!—and that he’s misplacing his feelings for Jim’s wellbeing, but it’s still a feeling he’s got, skimming beneath the surface.

He huffs. )</sub> That, too.