I really wish I knew how to make Spirk videos because this song would be perfect for a piney (ha) Kirk thinking about Spock and she who will not be named.
It was only Sa-Mekh who came out a few minutes later.
“He’s resting. I put him down for a nap,” Sa-Mekh said. “He should be better when he awakens.”
Suvoc had no doubt that when Sa-Mekh said he put Father down, much like a parent does for a child, he helped Father ease into sleep. Fear and uncertainty curled in his stomach.
Sa-Mekh looked to Ronan, who remained as cool and calm as he ever was. “Which of your parent was human?”
“My mother, actually,” Ronan replied, taking the tea Suvoc handed him, with an easy smile that served to melt some of Suvoc’s unease. “My father was Romulan and Vulcan. His father was Vulcan and his mother Romulan. It was she who raised me.”
“You were raised by your Romulan grandmother,” Sa-Mekh said with a stiff nod.
“Yes. She was a former commander in the Romulan forces.”
Suvoc decided it was time to direct Sa-Mekh away from the inquisition. He opened his mouth to speak.
“How did you two meet?”
“Sa-Mekh—”
Ronan held up his hand. “All is well, e’lev. Were my grandmother alive, you would be subjected to similar inquiry. My people are gone, all of them, and I went to the colony to help with rebuilding all that I could with New Vulcan. I am only a quarter so I was rejected as a sperm donor, but I am involved with implementing native plants and species onto the colony. This is how I met Suvoc.” Ronan smiled in Suvoc’s direction. Being only a quarter Vulcan, Ronan smiled easily, showed his affection easily, and yes, his wisdom. “After our initial acquaintance, your son found that it was his time. We decided I would assist him with that.”
Suvoc felt himself color but did not add anything to Ronan’s words. Indeed, what else was there to say? Sa-Mekh could fill in the blanks.
“And you are well…suited?”
It was the closest Sa-Mekh would come to asking if there was affection between them. Suvoc nodded. “Yes. I wish to speak of Father. When can I talk to him of the healers on New Vulcan?”
“I made him aware of your intention to speak, but whether he recalls that, at this point, I cannot say.”
Hi there!
Well, I lied obviously. The other day I said I would not update My Heart’s a Virgin until Saturday but I got it done and I thought, why not? So I posted it.
In other news, I ordered a new love seat. Ours broke some weeks ago (June when M was in ND) and the spring came out and was sharply sticking out. We desperately needed one but furniture is expensive and for a while we were trying to decide what to get.
Last night I finally just made the decision for us and ordered one. There it is in the picture below. It was originally supposed to come Tuesday but now it says tomorrow, so we will see.
It comes in a box and you have to put it together! But it was cheap.
In yet other news, I lied again, though I didn’t mean to. I was re-reading the Professor Spock series again (PS and Runaway Groom) and realized I had left it at they still hadn’t bonded and it was sort of iffy if they would. So I think I am going to write a very short conclusion to the series for this year’s Halloween. I thought about Christmas, which is where the lie thing came into play, but then I realized the original Professor Spock story began on Halloween…so…that’s where I am at.
The start of another week is upon us.
And being Southern California, we are in another heat wave. Hundred again. Go us. LOL
I got a lot done last week for writing, or at least I felt like I did. This week I will try to update When I Loved You, Idiots in Love, and Bonding. I’d like to get Anything updated as well but trying not to kill myself.
One of my favorite songs is Exile by Enya
Cold as the northern winds
in December mornings,
Cold is the cry that rings
from this far distand shore.
in December mornings,
Cold is the cry that rings
from this far distand shore.
Winter has come too late
too close beside me.
How can I chase away
all these fears deep inside?
too close beside me.
How can I chase away
all these fears deep inside?
I’ll wait the signs to come.
I’ll find a way
I will wait the time to come.
I’ll find a way home.
I’ll find a way
I will wait the time to come.
I’ll find a way home.
My light shall be the moon
and my path – the ocean.
My guide the morning star
as I sail home to you.
and my path – the ocean.
My guide the morning star
as I sail home to you.
I’ll wait the signs to come.
I’ll find a way.
I will wait the time to come.
I’ll find a way home.
I’ll find a way.
I will wait the time to come.
I’ll find a way home.
Who then can warm my soul?
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams a boat
I will sail home to you.
Who can quell my passion?
Out of these dreams a boat
I will sail home to you.
It haunts me. When I was much younger than I am now I thought about writing this huge epic medieval story set in Ireland. I imagined writing this whole scene during a battle where the main character’s best friend and fellow warrior is killed and this song would be playing in the background, as my hero sees his friend die before him. My hero, Duncan, would fall beside his fallen friend and weep in devastation. It should have been a movie or something. LOL
Anyway as I listen to it now, it could fit Jim, I think. AOS Jim anyway. I think so.
I spent a lot of my youth listening to haunting Enya songs. Even to this day my music choices baffle Milo because he thinks they are all depressing.
Anyway, coming up this weekend is the 92 birthday. Woo. Wonder if I will make it that long.
I got the update done on Young and Beautiful, go me.
I’ve posted 2 chapters of Idiots in Love.
I have another part to The Love of a Lifetime coming up Friday.
In other news I signed up for the Old Married Spirk challenge this year. I did it in 2016 but not 2017. I intend to try for The Original Series Spirk as I think that’ mostly the intended though she allows you to write it for others. Would be kind of amusing to do Old Married Spirk Mirror Universe! HA. At this point I have zero ideas but I have until November.
The horrible heat has decreased though it’s still hot. I don’t have much planned for t his weekend coming up and that makes me happy!
Should I stop posting my 100 word story? Is it too depressing for Spirk? Too reality? I admit I wanted to address Alzheimers and senility with age for personal reasons, and I thought Jim as a fully human being would be more susceptible to it than Spock and I loved the idea of hurt/comfort from Spock to Jim in old age. This is a Jim who lived longer than his counterpart did. And I will confess right now that this is the Jim and Spock from my Bond Between Them Series which will later involve their son, Suvoc, whom they adopted, if you will recall.
But it occurs to me that this isn’t going to be a happy ending in the sense that suddenly Jim doesn’t have these issues, and so with that in mind, is it too much? Should I not be going there? What do you think?
“Why am I on the floor?”
Spock shook his head. “Let me help you up.” He stood and reached down to pull Jim up and into his arms. “That is much better, is it not?”
Jim sighed and leaned against him. “Yes. Much. Spock.”
“Yes?”
“It-it happened again, didn’t it?”
Spock swallowed heavily. “To what do you refer?”
“You know. I-I lost it again.”
Jim’s voice was soft and filled with pain. It made Spock ache.
“It is my fault, darling. My meetings took longer than I realized. And I allowed them to talk me into dining with them.”
“I do not understand,” Spock said after staring at Jim blankly.
“Yeah you do. Or I think you do.” Jim looked at his own clenched hands rather than at Spock. Maybe it would be easier. “Before you wanted to go to New Vulcan and I think, I don’t know, that you didn’t go because you felt like maybe Uhura and I needed you to stay. I can’t speak for her but I think from my point of view, if you think it would benefit the Vulcan race to—”
“You intend to send me a way because I did not react the way you had hoped when you confessed feelings for me.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 