‘This link would have to be deep, directional, binding at a distance. It has never been attempted for such a purpose. I would-take care. But you would still find the depth disturbing.’
There was a tap on Spock’s shoulder.
Kirk felt the tap too.
‘Do it, Spock. Now!’
Spock shifted his grip on Kirk’s face. There was no precedent for this, no words which could be used. Only the necessity of reaching deep, quickly, deeper than ever, a swift agony of barriers to be broken, reaching through layers and levels and hidden places which wanted and did not want to be touched, gathering up gossamer strands of the link into a slender, indissoluble thread.
The Human gasped and sagged against the Vulcan. A moment of rebellion, no, not to be so close, so open, no. The rebellion put down. Necessity. Then, finally, being able to bear it, to reach for it, to reach back. Yes.
A gloved hand ripped Kirk’s hand off Spock’s shoulder.
- Page 29 of The Price of the Phoenix by Sondra Marshak & Myrna Culbreath (an actual Star Trek paper back that goes this hard this early and simply does not quit).
Uncensored ver here:
I don’t normally post original art here a lot but I’m pretty proud of this one. I did it for a space themed drawing challenge at work.
It’s an astronaut adrift in space encountering an alien ship. Whether it will be her salvation or damnation remains to be seen.
Price of the Phoenix WIP 🚧
An actual scene from The Price of the Phoenix by Sondra Marshak and Myrna Culbreath, the MVPs of getting spirk published.
So a new chapter of First Best Destiny Part 2 by @ophelia-j came out recently and as usual I’m dying of love about it. Please check this spirk fic out if you haven’t read it https://archiveofourown.org/series/2274962 it is off the fucking chain. I know I drew a young version of a very similar pose to this (what can I say I just love the forehead nuzzle for them).
✨ Mind Meld ✨ cleaned up the linework on the sketch a bit
On a personal note, which I rarely share these days, I realised today that when my grandpa and my cat who I’d had for 18 years passed away at the beginning of the year I felt the loss of a significant amount of love in my life. I still have many close family members and friends but with lockdowns and isolation I felt that lack in the extreme. I have loved Spock and Kirk for so long and often drift away from and back to them from time to time and I think one of the reasons I leaned back to them so hard this year was because they make me feel love. Their bond, that no distance can keep them apart, that no obstacle can stand between them, that through everything they find eachother again and again just fills me with love. In all it’s flaws and complications and triumphs. I guess it just meant a lot to me this year especially. To everyone that liked my stuff or reblogged my stuff or commented on my stuff thank you for sharing them with me this year and making me feel that I wasn’t alone. It meant a lot.
Spock and McCoy are trapped in a cave in. Naturally discussion turns to Jim Kirk.
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