[Spock closed his eyes and dreamed of a time when things were more....
...pleasant.
Spock was passionate about most things he put effort into. His experiments and equations were all done with a single minded focus that put many geniuses to shame. He enjoyed it... it defined him. But there were times when he tired of it, because it was expected of him. He had a duty to his clan... his father to do well and join the VSA, but he didn't want to. On the nights he stared up into the stars he composed. Every star was a note, and every constellation was a music staff that played out a symphony across the universe. Every moment at home that he could spare he would hide away in his room and play his Lyre. Would his mate like to hear him play?
He thought of that often.
He wrote a song for the person that would one day be with him. It wasn't T'Pring... she didn't want anything to do with him. But who was out there that would want to share themselves with him? Someone he could trust and share himself in return? Who would he share his music with? He hoped they liked music too...
Spock's fingers would nimbly trail across the strings, the eerie tones resonating through the air, twirling together to create a hauntingly beautiful tune. His mother loved to hear him play... and it was the one thing that he could do for her that didn't garner his father's disapproval. Because he could always just say he was practicing... but he was really playing for her.]
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Date: 2013-08-25 02:10 am (UTC)...pleasant.
Spock was passionate about most things he put effort into. His experiments and equations were all done with a single minded focus that put many geniuses to shame. He enjoyed it... it defined him.
But there were times when he tired of it, because it was expected of him. He had a duty to his clan... his father to do well and join the VSA, but he didn't want to.
On the nights he stared up into the stars he composed. Every star was a note, and every constellation was a music staff that played out a symphony across the universe. Every moment at home that he could spare he would hide away in his room and play his Lyre.
Would his mate like to hear him play?
He thought of that often.
He wrote a song for the person that would one day be with him. It wasn't T'Pring... she didn't want anything to do with him. But who was out there that would want to share themselves with him? Someone he could trust and share himself in return? Who would he share his music with? He hoped they liked music too...
Spock's fingers would nimbly trail across the strings, the eerie tones resonating through the air, twirling together to create a hauntingly beautiful tune. His mother loved to hear him play... and it was the one thing that he could do for her that didn't garner his father's disapproval. Because he could always just say he was practicing... but he was really playing for her.]