Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks

Posted Feb. 19, 2021, 4:56 p.m. by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) (Silke Fahl)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks

Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks


Daggum put his hands out to his side and smiled at her. “V… let me ask you something. If you think opening up to other people will give you less control over your life… who is controlling it now? Because right now you aren’t worried about me. And you aren’t worried about you hurting you… so the only person driving you right now… isn’t even on this station. And he sure as hell isn’t in this room.” He took a step towards her and put his hands on her shoulders. “OPening up will give you more control. Because that’s when his hold starts to slip. Pain is a heavy chain to have on, I know… but I also know that the best revenge against those that put that chain on us is for us to be happy. And you deserve to be happy, V.”

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

“But he is. He is inside me. Inside my very DNA,” she exclaimed as she hugged her arms even tighter around her middle. Almost as if she was trying to hold herself together. “That will never change. So how can his hold on me ever slip? And as long as I manage too keep the memories and everyone at bay I am happy. I do things I enjoy all the time,” she continued defiantly. “Without that protection … I think I’ll break. He hurt me in every single way possible for sixteen year.” Tears were running down her cheeks again and suddenly her legs gave way underneath her. Even though she felt herself fall, Viyara didn’t even try to catch herself.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Daggum was a big figure. And beings that big had no business being able to react as fast as he did at that moment. Before Viyara hit the floor, she was stopped by two big green arms and lifted off the ground. “Easy, V… easy…” he said softly and carried her to the bed and laid her down. He pulled the blanket up over her and brushed some hair from her face. He looked at her and made sure she wasn’t in shock before he took a deep breath.

The moment Daggum pulled the blanket over her, Viyara curled up into a fetal position. Both for comfort and to stop her body from trembling.

“Yeah… part of your DNA is from him. And part of it isn’t. And at the end of the day… that means exactly jack and s&^t.” and he sat up and slid away to give her some breathing room.

“Listen… I never knew who my parents were. Not a clue. I was literally sold to the markets with the umbilical cord still attached to my stomach. Know what they got for me? A bottle of wine and two bowls of stew. I was sold for dinner. I know that because the trainer would use that to taunt me. Now, it may not be true… but from what I saw growing up it probably isn’t too far off from reality. So that is the kind of people my DNA comes from. You know what that means, V?” and he leaned forward and put his forehead gently against hers.

Turning her head, Viyara simply looked at him. Her eyes wide as she tried to fully comprehend what he was saying.

“Not a damn thing.” he whispered, and then leaned back.

“If he is in your DNA, then show him what a real badass does with it. Be amazing. Be great. Be happy. Be everything that waste of space ever wanted to be but couldn’t. Because at the end of the day? He isn’t you, V. And you sure as hell aren’t him.” and he stood up and went to the bathroom and turned the walls opaque.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

She had tried to say something, but before Viyara had even managed to open her mouth, Daggum had disappeared. While only moving her head, she followed him with her gaze. She knew that he had just went into the washroom. That he’d be back. But she couldn’t help but feel a slight peng inside her. She knew that it was absolutely irrational. And yet here she was, feeling slightly anxious because he had to use the washroom. How could that be any better than suppressing her memories and her emotions?

Feeling suddenly utterly exhausted, Viyara pulled the blanket over her head. She didn’t want to see or hear or feel anything anymore. And before she knew it she had drifted off into a a light and uneasy sleep.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

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