(closed eyes act as a blank canvas on which the image can bloom, kirk pausing in step to allow it to come to him. at first, it's as unreliable as water on paper, soaked fibres causing the image's centre to ripple and its edges to curl. thankfully, spock's memory lasts as long as his focus does.
in the scene, they look natural together, safe within their home's walls. passion is contained within the moment, spock smiling without smiling in that way that he does, stare thoughtful and kind and soft even in debate. and beyond it, he sees himself the way that his friend would: real, imperfect, exactly the way the world's made him. this he suspected he'd see, the vulcan powers of retention better than a photograph. never in his life could he have anticipated, however, the depth of his own adoration for spock and how overt it'd be in his expression.
he's in love with his best friend and tonight, over dinner, he intends to show it.)
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in the scene, they look natural together, safe within their home's walls. passion is contained within the moment, spock smiling without smiling in that way that he does, stare thoughtful and kind and soft even in debate. and beyond it, he sees himself the way that his friend would: real, imperfect, exactly the way the world's made him. this he suspected he'd see, the vulcan powers of retention better than a photograph. never in his life could he have anticipated, however, the depth of his own adoration for spock and how overt it'd be in his expression.
he's in love with his best friend and tonight, over dinner, he intends to show it.)