Title: The roseAuthor: Savé.
Fandom: ST: VOYRating: PG (to be safe)Pairing: J/7
Disclaimers: -This story contains two women in love, and expressing that love, so if that bothers you, then why are you even reading this?
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A/N: So, this is a drabble I wrote in response to the 101 word challenge over at the 'what comes after' forum, started by Sarah. I wasn't sure whether to post it here or not, but I thought 'what the heck' and I'd just post it here to see what you thought of it, you know: throw it out in the open…
Also, I want to apologize for not writing anything lately, but I've had a massive writers block (I wrote this back in July) and I haven't been feeling well for the past few months… anyway, here you go, I hope it doesn't suck too badly, since this isn't my usual style ;)
And yes, the intro is longer than the story itself, but then again… it's called a drabble for something, right? LOL Now, on to the drabble
Summary: A drabble in response to Sarah's 101 words challenge at the what comes after forum.
There's a rose lying atop my nightstand. It's a perfect, deep red rose. I know what the color stands for. Passion. I wonder who sent it here. Who has the ability to transport this perfect flower to the Captain's quarters? Before I can break my head over it, my door chimes. When I open it I face Seven, and the look on her face makes it perfectly clear who sent the rose. When we kiss, it feels as perfect as the rose is. Later, when we lie tangled together between my bedsheets, the rose lies crumpled and forgotten on the floor.