How Do You Feel? [Sarek | Open]

Jul 12, 2009 13:39

[ the continuous and persistent ringing in his ears was beginning to get tiresome. he was unsure what was causing it, but the desire for it to be gone was growing along with his illogical irritation. there was nothing to cause such an issue; therefore, he should not have such an issue. it should cease immediately for its existence was wholly ( Read more... )

beth: spock (2258.50), * whale arc, kira: sarek (2264), [location] hallway

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icanhaslogic July 12 2009, 22:35:58 UTC
[It was all he could do to keep the dark voices in his own head at bay. That constant stream of crew resignations winding its way through, into, around...

He felt himself hitting the wall, and yet continued forward, now leaning on it as he tried to shut them out while they ripped at the defense he built around his mind, tearing them down as rapidly as he erected them.

He pushed himself upright as he turned a corner to a sight he couldn't entirely rationalize- not now anyway. He stared in surprise for a few moments, the word escaping his lips before he could stop it.]

...father?

[At that point, he grabbed hold of his expression and held tight, portraying as much of normalcy as he was able.]

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councillorsarek July 12 2009, 22:53:17 UTC
[ normality was hardly an issue when sarek himself had not yet noticed the approach of the son whose existence he had only recently learned off. his focus was instead fixed rather firmly on the empty area mere feet in front of his face where the image of the son that he had lost was taunting him. ]

Tell me, Father. Did you even care? Or were you happy to be rid of me? The embarrassment of a marriage quickly dissolved and lost gone so that you could be free of your burdens to start again?

Twenty years, and I have still not rid myself of the ghost.

[ because anger was the only thing sarek could convince that his son's reaction would have been to his own inaction had they spoken before he left. after all, anger was the only reaction sarek had had to his own inaction. lifting his eyes to fix firmly upon the image, sarek fixed his jaw. he was vulcan. he would not allow such things to break his control. ]

You are not real. Leave me.

Oh, but I am real, Father. I am. And look, here comes another son you'll only ultimately disappoint.

... )

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icanhaslogic July 12 2009, 23:10:07 UTC
[He shook his head, finding that to be a bad idea. He threw his arm out to the wall to steady himself as the pain in his head worsened and the voices attacked yet again. He used as little time as possible to regain his composure and return to an upright position, fighting hard to control his expression and the inescapable urge to look behind him for the sources of those phantom crew member's voices. He couldn't keep them together, he couldn't...

That was not relevant to the situation at hand.]

There is no trouble, father.

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councillorsarek July 12 2009, 23:28:15 UTC
Perfectly trained, too. He is clearly in pain, and yet, he denies it. A proud Vulcan specimen. Even half human, he is far better than I ever would have become. Because that is what you wanted, was it not, Father?

Be quiet.

[ the words were hissed under his breath. what if the voice was not as imagined as he believed? he could not risk it. such weaknesses, vulnerabilities, and regrets were meant to be kept to one's self.

but he didn't seem to be the only one having trouble at the moment. at least a lack of balance was a relatively simple issue. ]

Are you having issues with your equilibrium?

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