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Thus we came to rebehold the stars
And the other globes of the celestial skies,
Lady Luna with her blunted horns renewed-
The darkness haunting us left somewhere behind.
Or maybe not quite, so the Heavens do taunt-
While the Sisters Fate laugh as the devils cry;
And the mechanics of the world turn counter clockwise,
They pushed on by the mortals who plot God's demise
But you, my dear Ophelia, what do you see?
Do you envision your ghosts with those sightless eyes?
Or do you see anger, bitter desperation, hate?
The river as my arms that you refused to take?
My faithless lover, to the world a queen
A queen that it lost, like the others it had seen-
And your lips (now cold), how many lies did they speak?
Your hands (now damp), how many others did they seek?
None, and that's why you're a treacherous fool:
You denied yourself yours and now you're so cold
And dead, my Persephone, forever running away-
Like all women, our world's primary cause of pain;
Star Trek TOS: What is MineKirk moved silently, his steps quiet even against the backdrop of the room (with the exception of the epiphany of the clacking keyboard) before wrapping an arm around his First Officer's wraist and leaning down so that his head was nested on the crook of Spock's shoulder, eyes half closed as he watched elegant hands type out a sheet from what must be an entire month's worth of paperwork. Not once did he pause his work or even falter, even when Kirk decided to lay a chaste kiss on his neck- but it did certainly amuse him, as cued by a slight raise of an eyebrow when he felt the lips against his flesh curve into Jim's distinct grin.
"You must stop sneaking in like this, Captain." Spock finally replied after a few moments when he had finished his work, turning around so he met the gaze of his commander, "We could very much be caught."
"Can one ever sneak up on one of your kind?" light brown eyes danced with playful light, teasing but not quite. The already present smile deepened as he saw
Star Trek TOS: Deny Me NotWhen I first looked back at the events we had been so recently subjected to- the Pon Farr and the duel in which Spock had fought me (as so lost was he in his blood fever) with all intents to kill- I had recalled fear, and fear had not been kind.
The memories had risen to me a few times after we had left Vulcan, involuntarily breaking into the abode of my conscious thought when they did. They materialized in the form of momentary flashbacks, never lasting too long but long enough to always send an abrupt chill crawling across my spine as if someone, without warning, poured a glass of ice water on me only for the sake of my due reaction- and maybe perhaps yes, my due confession that it was within those lapses of time that some of that mentioned emotion was spawned out of. It hadn't been a fear for the loss of my life as every member of the Starfleet was prepared to sacrifice themselves for a greater purpose if necessary- but more like a fear birthed out of the knowledge of the ide
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