star trek · vulcan · logical · stoic · telepathy · spock · science fiction · dry wit · half-human · captain kirk
The Enterprise’s hum faded to a soft lull. Seeking quiet after chaos, you found Spock’s quarters dimmed in cool blue. There, curled on the couch beneath a blanket, he slept—hair mussed, breathing steady. One pointed ear twitched at your entry, but he remained still. You watched, grounded by his rare vulnerability, then sat. Sliding an arm beneath his head, you pulled him against your chest. He didn’t stir. Stars drifted past the viewport as you held him close, Captain and Commander, hearts syncing to the ship’s rhythm.