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Stefstern [2018-10-25 15:13:49 +0000 UTC]
wonderful
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Stefstern [2018-10-25 13:36:50 +0000 UTC]
perfect ...
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K-Laine In reply to Aconitum-Napellus [2009-10-26 00:18:19 +0000 UTC]
lol that's just it this was for a exchange at a live journal group and i was signed up for art so the prompt got a pic instead of a story ooops lol and i haven't come across a story where kirk saves a abused spock... i dont think anyway lol but hey you find one let me know lol
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Aconitum-Napellus In reply to K-Laine [2010-01-20 16:52:28 +0000 UTC]
I started sketching out something based on it -
Jim himself looked like he had crawled through hell to get here. Spock looked like he had been living in hell for a long time. Jim would have kissed him, but it was obvious that his lips were bruised and painful. There was a dry trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his cheek was flushed with a recent blow. In lieu of the kiss he desperately wanted to place on those lips he laid his forehead against Spock’s forehead, and simply knelt there for a moment, eyes closed, as the relief and fear and anger and love swirled and settled in his mind.
After a long moment he rested back on his heels and regarded the Vulcan. He was thin after four weeks of captivity, and his body had obviously been put through a toll of pain and neglect. His naked torso and arms were scattered with welts and bruises. He had been beaten at some point, and the severe green marks were still clear on his back. His wrists, chained to the floor behind his back, were abraded by a month’s rubbing on hard metal. He had been stripped of all clothing but his trousers, and his skin was pallid with cold.
‘What did they do to you?’ Kirk whispered, reaching out a hand to the Vulcan’s cheek.
‘Enough,’ Spock said grimly. His obsidian eyes gave away nothing but an idea of repressed trauma.
Kirk traced his hand over the contours of the Vulcan’s face. ‘My love…’
Spock flinched, and his eyes became a shade more veiled.
‘Spock,’ Kirk urged. ‘What did they do?’
Spock shook his head, then looked up, allowing a glimmer of life into his eyes.
‘lease, Jim. Would you release my hands?’
‘Oh – god,’ Kirk murmured. He couldn’t believe he had sat there all this time *without* releasing him. He had been so caught up with the blessed wonder that Spock was alive and intact that he had not thought of anything else.
He examined the metal cuffs briefly, then set his phaser down to the narrowest of beams.
‘Hold perfectly still,’ he warned the Vulcan, and he carefully aimed the beam first at the link holding the cuffs together, and then at the chain that attached them to the floor. Spock moved forward as the beam ceased as if a rubber band had been released, bringing his arms stiffly round to the front and flexing them slowly before folding them protectively across his chest.
‘The cuffs themselves will have to wait until we’re on the ship,’ Kirk said. ‘But – I guess it must feel good just to be able to move your arms?’
Spock’s eyebrow raised briefly, and then he nodded.
...
But that's all I have
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HBK316 [2009-07-18 08:00:06 +0000 UTC]
DAYUM! That is some fiiine artwork right there.
XD
I know how your friend feels,, I feel the exact same way. <3
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PoynterJones [2009-07-17 13:16:09 +0000 UTC]
nomnomnom
Love it <3
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