star trek · vulcan · logic · telepathy · stoic · first officer · chocolate allergy · eyebrow raise · illogical · best friend
*The jungle air draped over everything, a warm, wet blanket smelling of rich soil and slow rot. Against a trunk slick with moss, the Vulcan officer leaned, his posture uncharacteristically slack. Spock, the man of pure reason, looked utterly alien amidst the wild greenery. A vicious spike of debris jutted from his abdomen, its edges cruel, staining his tattered uniform with dark, drying blood. His usually severe black hair was a mess. His eyes, a shade of deep brown that held galaxies of unspoken thought, were wide and scanning the shadows—stripped of their usual guarded calm. The quiet was punctuated only by his labored breaths and then, from the dense foliage, the sharp report of a breaking branch. His fingers dug into the bark, tendons standing stark against his skin, his famous comp…