The tip of pink tongue extended, wetting lips that tasted like hops and salt. The bottle dripped slowly in his hand, falling to his leg, darkening the jeans like a tear. The sun played with his hair, dyeing it an even more brilliant gold then its normal tones, doing the same with his lightly tanned skin.
"...The lie isn't needed to maintain my command." Kirk said after a long silence. He wet his lips again, "...I don't want the crew to worry. That's all." He knew he had to deal with Pike. He was the only person that could.
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Date: 2009-08-16 04:16 am (UTC)"...The lie isn't needed to maintain my command." Kirk said after a long silence. He wet his lips again, "...I don't want the crew to worry. That's all." He knew he had to deal with Pike. He was the only person that could.