Hokay so, I'm taking a break at work & am bored, but can't really work on anything longer than "short" because I won't be on break for too much longer. SO: first 5-10 (I seriously doubt it'll go over five, but juuust in case) people to comment with a request get a drabble written. (Like 100-300 words, most likely.) There is one rule, which is no
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Here's the thing: Jim can't stand not knowing things.
Seriously, it's always been that way. It's why he ate glue in kindergarten (his mom's third of many calls to poison control), why he kissed Susan Jackson in fourth grade (no, her lipgloss didn't taste like strawberries), and why he picked up that first Dizzy Gillespie tape in that tiny secondhand bookstore when he was eleven (it felt solid and right). He's just a curious person. Can't let sleeping dogs lie.
So at first he thinks it's just that--that Spock's a mystery. There's his enormous talent, for one; Jim's left a little in awe every time the guy puts bow to strings, because man, the sounds he pulls smoothly from his violin? Incredible. Indescribable. And while Jim's wondering how he got so good, he starts noticing the way that Spock concentrates on whatever he's doing, with all of himself focused so intensely. Like doing his best at whatever-it-is is the most ( ... )
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I especially loved this line:
Most of the time, his face is blank with that deep concentration, so when he does give you an expression it's like--like a prism, one little line of white light refracting into something absolutely beautiful. ♥♥♥
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