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s'ᴄʜɴ ᴛ'ɢᴀɪ sᴘᴏᴄᴋ ([personal profile] ashaya) wrote in [community profile] expiationlogs2024-07-16 09:05 pm

( mixed. ) pasa mi corazón del frío al fuego

Who: Spock, Jim, Gwen, Peter, and various.
Where: Various locations (see prompts for details).
What: Gnosia-related shenanigans.
Warnings: Uh. Probably more than a few? Most likely: references to genocide, references to starvation/famine, references/overt descriptions of being targeted by racially motivated crimes, general violence, and gore. Maybe some vaguely racy commentary here and there (linked).

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[personal profile] finalfrontiersman 2024-08-14 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's as they thought, thank whatever deity may or may not exist - with Jim there, Spock's attention is divided. Caught between the Gnosia and instinct, there is only so much the Gnosia can dictate. Only so much that can be suppressed, until it comes spilling out - pulling at the bond, making Jim's head ache with the effort it takes not to completely collapse, or go running forward towards Spock. Jim is not the only one who can lure; he is not unaffected by Spock's desperate siren call. The urge to return to him, to fix what has been broken and heal that ache inside him -

Well, he doesn't have to wait long.

Peter's sweeping kick takes Jim by as much surprise as he's sure it does Spock, but it lands successfully and the kids are gone in the blink of an eye. Jim rushes forward, catching Spock by the arm - it's not enough to stop him hitting the ground, but it is enough to slow him, and send them both down together.

Spock!

Jim's grip is firm, tight, as if to ever stop them being separated again. He catches him, landing hard on his knees, but hopefully mitigating any agitation of Spock's wounds. His other hand rises to the gaunt cut of Spock's cheek, a tenderness that belies the fear - fear for him, of him, perhaps all of the above. You're okay. I've got you. I've got you... ]
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[personal profile] arachnerina 2024-10-06 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[It honestly kills Gwen to leave Peter, but she knows she has to. Just seeing him alive and mostly well is at least satisfying the fears she had over the last 24 hours. She held him in her arms, even if just briefly, so she knew he was okay. Thank god, he was okay.

One last glance at him, then she was off, swinging back to the others as quickly and as silently as she could manage. She landed several feet away, not wanting to arouse suspicion on Spock's part. She knew his senses were stronger than the average humans. Whether or not it was at the level of her and Peter was up for debate, but if it was anywhere close, she had to be careful.

But Jim had his attention (?? whatever was happening over there sure was something, but she was not about to open that can of worms), and hopefully that would be enough. She crept closer, each step as silent as the last. She attempts to lock eyes with Jim for any hint of a signal. She doesn't want to make a move too soon, but if she waits too long, Spock will notice her. Finally, before it's too late, she makes to clear the last few feet in seconds and throw her arms around Spock from behind. It's a risky move, given his own senses and strength, but she has to try. She has to save him, whatever the cost.]
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[personal profile] finalfrontiersman 2024-10-16 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Spock is injured, in every way it's possible to be injured. Jim holds him, one hand still gripping desperately his elbow to keep him steady, the other following trickles of oxidized copper blood back to their origin points. Spock's hands find him, slipping around his shoulders, and Jim makes no fuss about it. His heart is in his throat, but Spock is here, he's alive, and that's about all Jim can ask, nowadays. Whatever else comes, they can deal with the rest but - Christ, just let him live. ]

I'm here, I'm here. [ Spock leans into the warmth of his hand, face pressing fully into the pillow of his palm, and Jim's thumb sweeps under the delicate, shadowed skin beneath his eye. Deep bags, ones Jim is sure are mirrored on his own face, mar the paleness of Spock's countenance. Spock's fingers press against him and Jim obliges, lets him map out the path up to Jim's own cheek. He can still sense the Gnosia through the bond, buzzing along Spock's skin, relentless. Determined to eat away at him, bit by bit, to enslave him to the will of the Gnosia. ] Spock, hey...I'm here. I've got you.

I'm not going anywhere. [ Words designed to soothe, but they're no trick. Even if this gambit doesn't work...Jim's not going anywhere. He's not leaving Spock, certainly not like this. Jim's hand strokes gently against Spock's cheek, leaning his own face into the insistent press of Spock's long digits. ] You hear me? You're stuck with me.

[ Jim would be more self-conscious about the situation - when Gwen returns and gives the exchange an audience - if he weren't still stuck in an adrenaline rush. Pushing down the shakiness, Jim's hand slides to the back of Spock's head, carding through the long hair - and hopefully keeping his attention on him, and not Gwen, sneaking up from behind. ] Just you and me, okay? We'll go home, get you cleaned up...

[ He's not looking at Gwen, because if he looks at her it'll give it away - and who knows what could happen, what Spock would do, if they'd even get another chance -

Gwen crashes into Spock's back and Jim grabs him from the front, unsure if Spock will try to throw her off. He'll be less likely to attempt with any kind of force with Jim in the way, at least. ]