#milippa
When I love
I become liquid light
invisible to the eye
and the poems in my notebooks
become fields of mimosa and poppy.
— Nizar Qabbani
[Image description: an illustration of Philippa Georgiou and Michael Burnham in Shenzhou’s quarters. Bathed in the orange light from the windows and the blue light from the ship, they are kissing with passion. In a plain strapless bra and uniform trousers, Philippa pulls Michael towards her, a hand on her neck. Michael only has her uniform jacket on, revealing plain white shorts and a strapless bra. She is tugging Philippa’s trousers open. End description]
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“Okay…” Michael whispers. “Okay.”
Her arms twitch at her sides, her fingers work. She leans forward on the balls of her feet, open yearning written on the soft planes of her beautiful face, and it’s clear to anyone with eyes what she wants.
It breaks Philippa’s heart to be the one to deny it to her, and further stomps on the pieces in that she must deny it to herself as well.
— The Opposite of Hate, Chapter 37 : Old Friends
[Image description: a drawing of Michael Burnham and Philippa Georgiou from the shoulders up. In the foreground, Philippa’s profile is lit by a pale blue light. Her expression is focused, closed-off; she is avoiding Michael’s gaze. In the background, Michael is staring at her with a pained expression. She is bathed in the same cold light and wearing her uniform. End description]
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In the Crepusculan language, Assa taught her a word expressing the regret that a moment passing cannot be enjoyed to its full extent, its scope being too large. They used it to refer to the storm in the morning, and Michael pointed out the storm lasts forty-six revolutions, eighty-nine years, and that day rose every thirty-six hours. Assa did not understand Michael’s numbers and repeated the interlocked movement and accompanying purr.
She did not grasp their point then.
— Sand and Water, Chapter 18: First Light
[Image description: a digital painting of Michael Burnham and Philippa Georgiou from the shoulders up. Leaning in to kiss, eyes half-closed, they are bathed in a soft golden light and particles are dancing around them. Michael’s hair is short, slightly longer than when she stepped on the Discovery.Philippa’s hair is cut over her shoulders,with white strandspeekingout.They areboth wearing dark loose blouses. End ID]
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ALTThe slaying of the dragon
“Lead me to my death, Angel Michael.”
little milippa thing I will rework the composition of, but I liked the tenderness of the pose as it is now.
[ID: sketch of Michael Burnham and Philippa Georgiou from the chest up. Michael is sitting, eyes closed, expression peaceful, with a hand to her chest. From the back, Philippa is leaning toward Michael and studying her face with a faint smile. Her forehead is pressed against Michael’s and her hand is holding Michael’s. They are both wearing simple t-shirts. Philippa’s hair is in a ponytail and Michael wears short coily hair. End ID]
What I feel for you…belongs to you.
[ID: drawing of Michael Burnham and Emperor Georgiou in profile from the shoulders up. Eyes closed, they are pressing their forehead together. They are dressed in dark coats. Thick snow is falling around them. End ID]
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