Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic til’ I’m gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love
[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]
I wasn’t going to finish this one because I noticed it looks a lot like the last T’Uhura I drew, but then I remembered no one’s paying me to do this and I can do whatever I want
(But I do have a ko-fi if you wanna help me buy groceries )
