( Red, the entire planet is a red desert of rock and sand, the platform is carved from it, stretching high towards the black sky, firelight so brittle in comparison.
He says nothing but you're captured by him anyway, compelled. Fixed in place. You can see it on his face, struggling to go unsaid, desperation. Do you remember me?
And you don't, but you want to. )
It's not his memory. Jim stares at his phone and pushes away whatever Ambassador Spock left in him - about himself, no, about - Kirk, somewhere else. It's fine. This is fine. ]
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Date: 2018-04-09 09:03 pm (UTC)( Red, the entire planet is a red desert of rock and sand, the platform is carved from it, stretching high towards the black sky, firelight so brittle in comparison.
He says nothing but you're captured by him anyway, compelled. Fixed in place. You can see it on his face, struggling to go unsaid, desperation. Do you remember me?
And you don't, but you want to. )
It's not his memory. Jim stares at his phone and pushes away whatever Ambassador Spock left in him - about himself, no, about - Kirk, somewhere else. It's fine. This is fine. ]
That's me.
I don't, I'm sorry. How'd we meet?