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

[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.]