Appointments

[spohkh]

 

If you wish to meet with me at a scheduled time and place, I would not be opposed to that idea.
Ensure that all details are manifest.
Peace and Long Life.

OOC Warning:
First and foremost I am a student... so please be patient with me on replies.

Comments

but there's no one there to keep it warm~

[redjacketthief]

[The subtle reaction wasn't noticed. Lupin's attention was focused on what he could see...and what he could judge by sound and by touch. He sighed with some relief when he heard Spock's breathing normalize, but there was still that lingering concern.

He was only trained in the superficial, and that was through experience alone. Lupin centered his focus and took the only option that was left to him. He took Spock's hand with his own and reached out for the link that he didn't even know how to find.]

Sa-kai...?

~fine. XD *giggles* 'also, trying something out... does it fit? Xd'

[spohkh]

[The ever present darkness draws him inward but flashes start to make themselves known......
Then what seems to be like a reel of memories .

that...works |D

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin stills at the onslaught of thoughts and memories and feelings that weren't his. They were too heavy, too raw for him to fully grasp. While he was playful and flighty and dorky, most of that was a cover for him. His skills weren't as overt as Spock's, but he had learned how to use his excessive energy and lightning-quick thinking to his advantage.

It was of no benefit here. The grief over what happened, the pain of millions of lives lost, and the unbridled fury that Spock himself could barely contain. 'Emotionally compromised'--

The meager foundations that Spock erected were torn down by the whims of the Malnosso.

Lupin gripped his hand tighter, and called out once more through that still unfound link.]

Spock? I'm here. Talk to me.

Lawl. ^_^ Thanks for letting me try it out! XD

[spohkh]

[Spock heard it that time and Lupin's voice is like a balm against a hot wound.

....Sa-Kai....

[Spock brings them out of his mind and they find themselves once more in the room, Spock staring up at Arsene...]

My apologies for waking you up. [Spock looks at their connected hands and cannot help but feel reluctance at the prospect of letting go.]

no problem~

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin was equally unwilling, though for practicality's sake. It was once again their easiest means of communication. He briskly waved his free hand, flustered by the gratitude.

Apologies weren't necessary. It was why he made sure they were so close.

He sat wearily on the edge of the bed, grateful for something solid to grasp as an anchor, and tried to offer a reassuring smile in the dark. He squeezed their connected hands once again, in case the smile was missed.]

Bad dreams?

[spohkh]

[Spock noticed how desperate Arsene's need for rest was... and felt a bit guilty once again for disturbing him.]

So it would seem. Dreaming is a phenomenon I am not familiar with as it happens rarely. Vulcan's you see, do not dream.

[Spock squeezed his hand in return gently...]

Please, return to bed... I may read or attempt to mediate, but sleeping is not going to be a possibility at this juncture.

[redjacketthief]

[Going for days on less wasn't unusual for him...but these were unusual times and circumstances.

Spock's explanation about Vulcan's and their lack of dreams felt off to him. Spock was still half human. There was documented evidence in his world that humans, for one reason or another, needed to dream in order to survive. No one could explain how or why this was necessary.

Despite his reluctance to comply with Spock's suggestion, he knew it was necessary. The fatigue wouldn't go away unless he did properly rest, and their current discussion was a rare moment when his wings were in the open.

This was his own home and, despite the chill outside, he liked to sleep without a shirt on. The loose fitting pants remained, but the chill that creeped through the tight windows was starting to sink in. His skin was starting to prickle and his wings folded tight to conserve heat.

He knew what the answer was.]

If you insist...you know where I'll be.

[Lupin withdrew his hand, disconnecting their physical link in the process, and offered a nod before he stumbled back to bed.]

~baby is cold outside. bawhahahahahahaha! *evil laughter*

[spohkh]

[Spock almost felt cold when they separated... and he almost stopped Arsene before he left...
Illogical.

Stock sat up in bed and stared at the wall for awhile....he contemplated meditation...but he was tired. And this was ridiculous. The solution was ridiculous and he did not want to subject Lupin to it...

....but would he mind? Spock thought it was highly likely that he would not, but he still felt as though he would be taking advantage once more.

His weakness gave in once more as an hour later Spock was silently making his way to Lupin's room. He opened the door and peered in for a moment before stepping over the threshold...

oh ROFL

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin shifted at the light sound of the door opening, but didn't stir. The events of the evening were tiring, and his body was taking advantage of the opportunity to rest. A regular sleeping pattern kept the worst of the vertigo at bay, and it was far better for him than his periodic stints of staying up for days on end before crashing.]

rofl indeed! XD *giggles* -you post reply right? It should never end!!!!!!!!!!! XD

[spohkh]

[Once Spock was sure that Lupin was not awake, he made his way across the room to stand next to the bed.

...To borrow a human idiom...what on EARTH was he doing? He was giving into his baser instincts...
Spock pulled the covers down and sat on the bed, careful not to jostle and making sure the blankets were pulled up, he curled around Lupin's form.

The link was like calming agent.... a warm breeze... an embrace. Something that he simply needed right now, and he had to be near it.

[redjacketthief]

[His wings, red like his favorite jacket that had been ruined last March and was still being worked on under a commission, fluttered slightly at the sudden exposure and change in tactile pressure. Only when Lupin slept and they were no longer tucked under the seams and lines of his remaining green jacket did they have free reign.

He shifted at the added weight to the mattress and huffed in curiosity at the sudden presence of a body and warmth. Still groggy, he reached for Spock's hand. Lupin couldn't say how he knew that his companion was Spock. Perhaps it was his instinctual memory of their difference in body temperature. Perhaps it was the link.

Lupin shifted closer to take advantage of the warmth.]

This better...?

[Their link was the best option. He would never have found his voice when he was only steps away from returning to his dreams.]

....the wibbles killed me.

[spohkh]

[Spock was already almost asleep at that point... but awake enough to send through the link a feeling of agreement and gratitude.

Spock's head bowed forward till it was almost touching Arsene's and was finally finally able to slip into a dreamless sleep wrapped in comfort and peace.]