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( open ) is this the place we used to love
who: Jim Kirk & YOU!
what: yet another memory share post to add to the pile (sorry guys)
when: 9th - 23rd
where: wherever you like
warnings: death (his own and other people), possibly some violence. nothing too terribly intense or graphic. will update if need be!
I ▹ DREAMSCAPE
II ▹ VISION
III ▹ VISION
IV ▹ DREAMSCAPE
[ ooc: if you'd like any other specific memories from any of the movies, feel free to let me know and I can write a starter for you! ]
what: yet another memory share post to add to the pile (sorry guys)
when: 9th - 23rd
where: wherever you like
warnings: death (his own and other people), possibly some violence. nothing too terribly intense or graphic. will update if need be!
I ▹ DREAMSCAPE
[ It's warm. It's too warm, even, the sun shining down on your head, making sweat form rapidly across skin. There's very little that offers shade too— everything is a vast wide open field, dried foliage and nothingness all around. There's an old and neglected barn not too far off, a tree well in the distance, and a beaten path that doesn't seem like it's used too often.
You'll recognize Jim, standing just to the side, eyes on that road. A car is coming in at some speed, gradually closer as it approaches the barn.
He's not really expecting company, not here of all places. What is there to see, anyway, in the middle of nowhere, Iowa? Hands in his pockets, he looks a little resigned, a little wistful, trying very hard for it not to come off as nostalgic as he turns around to greet whoever's just walked into his dream. ]
This isn't going to be terribly exciting, I'm afraid.
You'll recognize Jim, standing just to the side, eyes on that road. A car is coming in at some speed, gradually closer as it approaches the barn.
He's not really expecting company, not here of all places. What is there to see, anyway, in the middle of nowhere, Iowa? Hands in his pockets, he looks a little resigned, a little wistful, trying very hard for it not to come off as nostalgic as he turns around to greet whoever's just walked into his dream. ]
This isn't going to be terribly exciting, I'm afraid.
II ▹ VISION
[ The first few visions aren't clear or telling at all, but they are intense, loud, explosive. Sounds of people yelling, gunfire, the heat of minor explosions, the pain of broken glass piercing skin. You could swear you can feel your heart beat rapidly in your chest, a sense of panic and dread, then a deep, piercing grief you can't quite pinpoint or explain.
Eventually, the memory reveals itself completely. It starts with an attack, evidently a set-up, which comes to explain most of the feelings, the sense of fear, the rush of adrenaline. The grief, however, is only explained later, when you experience the rest of the memory. You don't know the dying man, but for a moment, it feels like you do. It feels like you love him greatly, and the loss comes with a strange sense of regret for things left unsaid. ]
Eventually, the memory reveals itself completely. It starts with an attack, evidently a set-up, which comes to explain most of the feelings, the sense of fear, the rush of adrenaline. The grief, however, is only explained later, when you experience the rest of the memory. You don't know the dying man, but for a moment, it feels like you do. It feels like you love him greatly, and the loss comes with a strange sense of regret for things left unsaid. ]
III ▹ VISION
[ This particular memory starts revealing itself with an unusual physical manifestation: pain. Or the memory of it, anyway. Wherever you are, there's a sudden, intense ache, there and gone in a moment, though it leaves your heart racing, your breath coming a little short. Panic comes soon after, and without knowing how to explain it, you find yourself terrified. Before you experience the memory in its entirety, you suddenly are sure of one thing: you're going to die.
But it's not until you experience the whole memory that you understand, that those sensations are explained, as well as the glimpses of the Vulcan whom you don't think you know, so much as feel you recognize. This memory is intense for a whole other set of reasons. It's quiet for the most part, but your heart beats too loudly, your breath comes out too ragged. You feel at a loss, cold, and completely alone. And it's terrifying to the last second, until your sight blurs and dissolves into pitch black. ]
But it's not until you experience the whole memory that you understand, that those sensations are explained, as well as the glimpses of the Vulcan whom you don't think you know, so much as feel you recognize. This memory is intense for a whole other set of reasons. It's quiet for the most part, but your heart beats too loudly, your breath comes out too ragged. You feel at a loss, cold, and completely alone. And it's terrifying to the last second, until your sight blurs and dissolves into pitch black. ]
IV ▹ DREAMSCAPE
[ You come to on a ship. It looks a little worn and like it shouldn't be able to withstand flight, and yet here it is, going at an impressive speed across space. Scarier than that, though, is what can be seen on the view screen: thousands and thousands of small vessels, working in perfect coordination, taking a shape of sorts as they seemingly prepare to attack.
Among the very small crew on the bridge, there's a perfect reflection of Jim sitting in the captain's chair, fingers curling tight into the armrest. They all seem completely unaware of both your presence, and the only one who makes a note of you being there is the other Jim, in casual clothes and hair a little longer, glancing between you and the scene as he takes a moment to piece together what's happening here. ]
The swarm ships are doubling back, they are forming an attack wave, sir. [ Chekov warns the captain, to which he answers promptly, like the commands were keyed in already, just waiting for the right time. ]
We've got their attention. [ More of a murmur than anything, then— ] Hold steady, Mr. Sulu. Brace yourselves, everybody. Spock, stand by to drop out of formation. Scotty, you all cued up back there?
[ Scotty, bent over a console, nods. ] Aye, sir!
[ The Jim standing next to you smiles a little, raising his eyebrows and tipping his head. ] We should listen to my advice. This ride's about to get bumpy.
Among the very small crew on the bridge, there's a perfect reflection of Jim sitting in the captain's chair, fingers curling tight into the armrest. They all seem completely unaware of both your presence, and the only one who makes a note of you being there is the other Jim, in casual clothes and hair a little longer, glancing between you and the scene as he takes a moment to piece together what's happening here. ]
The swarm ships are doubling back, they are forming an attack wave, sir. [ Chekov warns the captain, to which he answers promptly, like the commands were keyed in already, just waiting for the right time. ]
We've got their attention. [ More of a murmur than anything, then— ] Hold steady, Mr. Sulu. Brace yourselves, everybody. Spock, stand by to drop out of formation. Scotty, you all cued up back there?
[ Scotty, bent over a console, nods. ] Aye, sir!
[ The Jim standing next to you smiles a little, raising his eyebrows and tipping his head. ] We should listen to my advice. This ride's about to get bumpy.
[ ooc: if you'd like any other specific memories from any of the movies, feel free to let me know and I can write a starter for you! ]
for Bones
Jim hadn't even been that drunk. Granted, he'd been drunk enough to make himself look like an idiot at Re-L's place, and drunk enough for her to have to call Bones to come get him. He'd also been drunk enough to latch himself to Bones and sniffle and cry as he blurted out a weepy (if very genuine) apology that Bones probably only accepted to get him to shut up and come home.
Home. That's what it was, wasn't it? It didn't matter that they weren't in their universe, or at least their galaxy, that the Enterprise and Starfleet and everything they'd ever known were all so far away from them. He went to bed and curled up to Bones every night and he woke up every morning, with sunlight filtering through the blinds and the warm body of the person he loved next to him and it felt just like it: home.
Not so much this morning, though. A beam of sunlight hit his face and it felt more like a violent attack than a soothing source of warmth, and Jim whined and groaned quietly, turning on the bed, feeling groggy and slow, the hangover making his head pound horribly. His hands reached out to the other side of the bed, only to find it empty and cold, and he forced himself to blink one of his eyes open just a hint, his voice quiet and hoarse. "... Bones?"
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Something that still smarted like hell.
Not that he planned on dwellin' on that when he had someone to take care of. And if he did actually only accept the drunken apology just to quiet the blonde, well... he wasn't tellin' no one.
Once he'd gotten Jim into bed, he didn't get much sleep himself. Instead, Leonard woke up from time to time just to check on Jim. And that last time just before the sun came up, he found he couldn't go back to sleep. So he got up and went to the kitchen to stir up some food that would help with the hang over knowin' damn well that wine was a real bitch to get drunk on. Grabbing his hypospray with the typical dose of painkillers the other would need, he finally pushed the door open and slid into the room. Closing the door quietly, he arched a brow at the sight of Jim shuffling about and likely looking for him.
"Mornin' sunshine. Bet you're feelin' right as rain." The humor is a little flatter than it usually would be, but he still manages a bare hint of a smile. Moving across the room, he slid the tray of toast and water with a few other scarce items onto the bed. "Didn't no one tell you that wine is the worst thing to over do?" His eyes stayed on the hypo as he adjusted it, not quite ready to meet those blue eyes just yet.
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He turned slowly, until he was lying on his back, a hand peeking out from under the covers to rub at his eyes as he let out a low groan. "Last night wasn't exactly made of great choices on my part," he mumbled in admission, lying there for a moment. Once he felt the tray close to him on the bed, he started shifting until he was sitting up, leaning back against the headboard. The room was warm, which helped considering that, aside from his sweatpants, he was only wearing a t-shirt.
Poking at the toast on his tray, he finally reached for the glass of water, taking a small sip, then a larger one. "Thank you," he said in a small voice, eyes on the covers as Bones worked on the hypospray. Eventually, and cautiously, he lifted them up to Bones once he was close enough. "You're still mad at me."
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"You know I'm never leaving you to wallow in your 'bad choices'. But you're welcome." Keeping his words even and soft, he finally shifted his gaze to Jim's and let his brow furrow. One eyebrow rose just a bit as he gave a light snort. "Nothin' to be mad about." And that was the truth of it. Leonard wasn't angry. That had never been the case.
No... he'd been ridiculously hurt and left with no footing to stand on, but he wasn't angry. "Next time I get to be the drunken mess and you get to put me back together." It's a little bit dry for humor, but it's also cause he watched his alcohol intake so closely he rarely got even close to drunk anymore. But part of him wished he could have done something stupid like that to at least stop thinking about how stupid he felt. And maybe also feel less insignificant at that.
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Overall he just wasn't feeling like he'd been at his best, honestly. Which was why Bones's answer just didn't sit well with him, and he reproached himself even more, jaw clenching tight as he tipped his head down once Bones was done administering the medicine.
"There's plenty for you to be mad about." He stared at the toast on the plate, feeling his stomach turn around uncomfortably. He reached out and tried to catch Bones's arm with his hand, hoping that he wouldn't just brush him away. "You should be mad. Look, it's not... I'm not making excuses. What I did before, it was stupid and thoughtless and I am sorry that I never told you about it, that I... I don't know, that I never told you the tough times I was going through. Just thought it was something I should have worked through on my own."
His fingers curled a little tighter, and he pressed his lips thinly, trying to suppress the stupid and sudden urge to cry. "But I am even sorrier about what I said to you last night, because it wasn't true. None of it. You do matter more than anything else, more than anyone else. And while I can't say that was always the case before, all my important decisions are and will be centered around you now. Because I can't— I don't want a life without you. No matter where, how or when."
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Turning his head, he waited, heard him out. His eyes drifted over Jim's face, catching the little nuances in his expression and noting the way his hand gripped tighter at his arm. Angling his head a little, a great deal of the knots in his chest eased at those words. Hell, Jim was giving him lot more than he'd even thought to ask for right then.
Shifting on the bed, he reached out with his other hand to catch Jim's chin in his fingers gently. Tipping his head to meet his gaze, he held it only a second before leaning in to kiss him softly. It was more just a soothing and affectionate touch full of all the love and relief he felt in that moment. Letting out a soft sigh, he dropped his forehead lightly against Jim's. "You make me a damn mess."
"Not askin' you to only think about me." That was a huge quirk of his own that he didn't really expect in return. But god, he felt like his heart was beating hard enough to jump out of his chest. "But not gonna lie, you know how to make a guy feel special." His tone lilted softly with a hint of humor to the truth of it. He really was a sappy romantic at this rate. Smoothing his thumb along Jim's jaw, he let his eyes fall closed just for a moment. "Don't want a life without you, either." He never had. "It's a real problem how much I love your ass. And I don't mean your literal ass, though it's not lacking in appreciation."
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If those words got a smile out of Bones, and if it eased the tension he was carrying before, then all the better. Jim felt the tightness in his chest ease considerably when Bones reached out and caught his chin, eyes closing as he leaned in to return the kiss, letting out a soft sigh against Bones's lips.
Shifting on the bed so he got a little closer to Bones, he folded his legs and sat a little more upright, hands reaching up to settle on Bones's shoulder and neck. "You are special," he said, as he brushed a thumb over Bones's jaw, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips, then his cheek, chuckling as he nuzzled along the skin and closer to his ear. "Mm, I know just how much you love my ass. Not exactly your best-kept secret."
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"Yeah? You are too." More like Jim came close to being like air to him. He needed him just to breathe. Letting out a little sigh, he tugged softly at Jim's shirt with his other hand wanting him closer. But those soft kisses distracted him just enough that he simply let his eyes fall closed to indulge in the feeling of Jim's lips against his skin.
Humming softly in amusement, he smiled that much more before curling his hand about Jim's waist. "I love the whole package to be honest. But I won't lie... your ass is very nice. Now come 'ere, darlin'." Tugging again just a bit, he wanted to get Jim in his arms somehow and he was just too far away for his likin' at the moment.
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His relief was indescribable. They were still alright. Bones trusted him still, and Jim was sure and comfortable in the knowledge that every word he’d just told him was true.
He chuckled at Bones’s teasing remark, wiggling a bit. “Anything my doctor says,” he hummed softly, first moving the tray to the nightstand so they had the whole bed free. Then he tugged Bones along as he laid back on the bed. “Do you have to go to work, or can we cuddle for a bit?”