retired open post // will still tag in if threads are ongoing!

[exastris_scientia]

1. pick a character and tag them in the subject line.
2. post pictures, starters, whatevs
3. profit!

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[cantbreakrules]

[Judge all you want, Captain. Spock can handle it.]

I will be there shortly.

[He'll end their communication, a bit suddenly, but no doubt Jim is used to that, and doesn't even bother finishing what he's doing. Jim needs him and that is more important than something he can get back to at a later time.

... he may never admit this out loud, but considering he's at Jim's door quicker than he said he'd be, it doesn't need to be spoken.]

Captain?

[Allow him in for cuddles.]

[caelus]

[ Oh don't worry, he will be doing ridiculous amounts of judging, but mostly to himself.

Jim drags himself up out of his bed after Spock ends the connection, and heads over to fiddle with the environmental controls. He dials it up to be a bit more toasty than usual, but not enough to sweat him out of his own room. He also takes the opportunity to get a couple of mugs of tea for them both.

He hears his voice outside, and shuffles over to the door in just his sleep pants, pressing the button to open the door. There's no mistaking the relief on his face when he sees Spock. ]

Come on in. I got some tea if you want?

[cantbreakrules]

[It's kind of Jim to adjust the temperature in the room for him. Honestly he doesn't mind if it's a little cool for him, not if he's there with Jim sharing his body heat. That honestly works just as well for the Vulcan.

When the door slides open his captain is appropriately dressed for sleep, but is very much not. Which is the problem here after all. He steps inside, nodding at the offer of tea.]

Thank you, Jim. That would be acceptable.

[Which means that he'd like that. Of course Jim is no doubt used to Spock's way of speaking. Silly Vulcans.]

It should help you relax.

[As if this is for Jim and not him. It can be for them both. A nice warm cup of tea sits nice in the belly and helps him sleep some nights as well. Moving to where the tea is, it smells quite nice after all, Spock doesn't go for it first. In fact he'll move to stand close to Jim, hand carefully reaching for his, fingers curling into his palm.]

... are you alright?

[caelus]

[ If he's being honest, it helps him too. It's probably stupid and all in his head but sometimes he gets cold and it has nothing to do with the controls. He knows about how he was brought back and if it isn't Khan or Marcus or Daystrom or his crew dying because of him---it's some psychosomatic bone deep chill that just won't abate.

He doesn't know how many times he's woken up shivering for no reason. How many times he's woken up hearing the proximity sensor going off in his head right before the deck lurchs sickeningly under his feet. Carol screaming as she was transported off the ship against her will. Spock and Uhura's faces as he apologized for getting them all killed.

Tonight, though, he hasn't even managed to sleep. He should ask Bones for a sedative. He won't. He'd rather have company, because he sleeps better when he isn't alone. He's just tense and restless tonight, and exhaustion is harder to hide. ]

I'm not the only one who needs to relax. It's past 0245, Spock. You're still doing reports.

[ But the old saying is misery loves company. He can't help but think it's wrong cause he doesn't feel miserable when Spock is here with him. He hopes, under that calm Vulcan veneer, that Spock gets something from this too. It's hard to tell, sometimes.

He's about to get the tea for both of them, and give one over---but Spock stops him. He feels his hand curl into his own, and grips loosely back. Jim nods slowly, but it's clearly a rote motion at this point. The tight smile and terse I'm fine he puts on during the day when he doesn't have the energy to put on the full show is almost out of his mouth, but he settles for shaking his head in contradiction to the nod. ]

I can't sleep.