Okay, these aren't as poetic as my first drabble, but I liked the
idea of Spock just watching his adoring and adorable Len. Then
having written the one, another seemed appropriate. So for your list
pleasure, two drabbles . . .
The words are mine, the characters aren't.
M/M relationship involved so read at your own risk (hell, I wrote it
so read it at your own risk anyway)
feedback is always welcome.
Special note: someone (more than one maybe) has written that Spock
has Eridani crystals above his bed. This borrows that idea.
All Vulcans are taught to meditate at an early age. As we mature, so
too do the techniques we employ. Unfortunately, as we mature that
which becomes the cause for meditation becomes more complex.
Reaching the center of our control becomes more critical just as it
becomes more illusive.
I have my fire pot. I have my robe with its ancient symbols. I have
my lyre. All serve to aid my mental stability.
But I have a new way of reaching mental *serenity*. I watch my
Leonard sleep. I count my beloved's breaths. I feel him relax in my
It's not that I don't understand the purpose of meditation. As a
doctor I know the physical and emotional benefits of meditation.
It's just not anything I've ever practiced with any regularity or
But I'll admit it's my new hobby. I don't sit cross-legged on a mat.
I don't stare into a fire. I don't play soulful melodies.
I watch the light reflect off the crystals that hang above his bed as
I hold him and we move together. I watch until my body's reaction
forces my eyes to close.
Rhythm, scent, fire within, warmth without. Completion, Fulfillment,