skladan dah-leh-nau / 29 [accidental video]

[icanhaslogic]

[This, Elegy, is not a normal post. It becomes even less so once one realizes just whose Tone it is that’s broadcasting

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voice;

[grimreaping]

What are you doing?

voice;

[icanhaslogic]

[There is no answer, but a few more crashes/]

voice;

[grimreaping]

Spock.

voice;

[icanhaslogic]

[dlfaksdf]

...no.

voice;

[grimreaping]

That isn't an answer.

voice;

[icanhaslogic]

[There is some rambling in response in both English and Vulcan, but nothing makes much sense.]

action;

[grimreaping]

[ well FINE then he'll show up at your door, because lol soul tracking ]

action;

[icanhaslogic]

[You suck.

It's not locked.]

action;

[grimreaping]

[ good. door opens ]

Spock?

action;

[icanhaslogic]

[He's hiding at the moment. Which, it might be noted, is very difficult to do in a one-room apartment.]

permaction;

[grimreaping]

[ again, but more exasperated this time ]

... what are you doing?

[icanhaslogic]

[At the moment, he's got the pieces of his lyre in his lap and he's not even trying to keep the emotion off of his face. For now, it's mostly fear.]

[grimreaping]

[ Kid reaches out to touch Spock's shoulder. ]

Spock...? It's Kid.

[icanhaslogic]

[Spock pulls away from the touch--there's no telling how badly that would go, especially when he's already in this state.]

Don't.

[grimreaping]

But your soul is...

[ "coming apart" probably sounds too alarming ]

[icanhaslogic]

[More indistinct muttering and Spock turns back to the pieces of the lyre]