Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. (x)
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t334:
Me when I talk about something I want Jim to do to Spock: I want Jim to hold Spock close at night, arms wrapped up around his waist warm and heavy, and pleasant emotion wafting between them, past the fabrics of their clothes. I want Spock’s head to rest under Jim’s chin, his breathing soft and subtle, and comfortable, soaking up every affection Jim has for him. I want Jim to kiss Spock’s forehead in the early mornings, and nip his ears playfully at night, but more than anything I want Spock to know he’s loved.
Me when I talk about something I want Spock to do to Jim: I want Spock to kiss Jim’s fingertips and Jim to die.
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The Thread (Kirk/Spock, ST AOS), Hours 17, 18, 19
*HOUR 17*
Jim regains consciousness and groans. "You asshole.“
“Our situation was critical.” Spock sets aside the communicator. With the cave’s thick rock walls, there is little chance their signals will reach the Enterprise.
“Tamura?”
“Unknown.”
The small lights from Spock’s utility kit flicker over Jim’s face, casting shadows that make his cheeks appear gaunt.
“Spock, I’m just one guy. You can’t put my safety ahead of the crew.”
Spock turns away so that Jim will not observe his hands trembling.
“Hey. Spock.”
When he quirks an eyebrow at the captain, Jim gestures impatiently. "I know we’re both freezing. Get over here.“
*HOUR 18*
"I can hear you thinking,” Jim complains, huddled under Spock’s arm.
Spock gathers him closer, noting the perspiration soaking Jim’s garments.
“What are the odds hordes of mean warriors will bum rush us?”
“I have blocked the entrance with substantial boulders.”
“But you’ve got your kit? If they do come, the explosives –”
“Any detonation will bury us alive.”
“That’s a no-go, then. Whatever else happens, don’t do anything to compromise your chances of making it out.”
“I will not ‘make it out’ without you.”
Jim says nothing at first. When he hugs Spock weakly, Spock returns the embrace.
*HOUR 19*
Jim sleeps fitfully. Spock watches his gold eyelashes flutter, adjusts him whenever his discomfort appears apparent.
Then they hear frantic scuffling outside their barrier.
At once Jim struggles to stand upright.
“No! You must conserve your strength!” Despite Spock’s harsh tone, he eases Jim down gently.
“Spock, what if that’s rescue out there? Or Tamura needing our help?”
“I am poised and ready to assist you should an opportunity present itself.”
An annoyed huff is his only answer.
Suddenly they hear a short, piercing wail.
Silence follows.Jim’s eyes look very blue indeed before he grimaces and averts his gaze.
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