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In her eyes she sees something a little bit like the exact opposite of malice. He doesn't wince as though his left arm and hand had not been both reset completely. There is a certain bonelessness of feeling in her lungs, which could be her legs. She takes off her uniform. He is already naked. She remembers the first moment of eye contact, both of them in dress uniforms, the captain speaking, her papers for transfer already in order and official, her father's death so very carefully explained. The way she sees it, there is much to be done. Klingon is a very difficult culture for her. It must be the blonde. She is unfamiliar. The captain is smitten with her work papers she things but she has waited for this moment even since the doctor's eyes were on her back.
May. 30th, 2013
The little eye movements. He's gained a little wait. So has Spock. It could have killed them, this continuing struggle. He doesn't wear it well. That man was as good as his father and that man is dead. To speak. To struggle. To struggle to speak. She is a good ship. She is the best ship. Nurse Chapel, to remember. Each one. Tails and spots and other delights. To have a good man by his side. To have many good men. To bury the dead.
SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK! That man. That terribly wrought, defiantly challenged. Upright. Steady. Noble. Ignorant man. He could hear her in his mind, still. Already. Her gaze slicing him to ribbons. The Klingons were coming, in full force sometimes. Thinking themselves clever, hidden. Overt as a rotting peach surrounded by worms, maybe, but not. It strikes him as divisive, every time his woman and him fight. And to surrender to the power of those eyes, Spock the first. To withdraw into himself, his mother, his father. To seek him out in dreams and dreaming only in the most precarious of times. This is what it means, to understand what it is to lose peace, and to hold fast and fight for loving, love.
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May. 30th, 2013 07:25 pmHello. I have had my account suspended and been referred to ask about how to regain my printing and expressive priveleges. I have a hunch somebody who goes by the name of Dymphna of dymphna.net or her pseudonym Kate Bolin might have something to do with it. Every comment for the two comments I have given for have not been beyond the pale, and been completely respectful. I can prove that I am all my pseudonyms by having web sites like oocities.org and the way back machine and giving the proper email addresses and such. Also she has been stalking me with an entity known as Jennifer Stoy, or Jennifer-Oksana or Jen Stoy whose dreamwidth or livejournal I can like to, of Fandom Wank fame for such gems as "magic nigger" while her bestie Kate Bolin egged her on. The two have left a long online trail of stalking and harrassing me from all over the internet including the aformentioned websites and archive of our own. Because I have to use a public computer in the library and because I lack the hacking skills with my limited availability of illegal-using-proclivities and the moral conscience for harassment I find only my honest word and my faith in god and the fact that I can back everything I say to say that I am sorry that they followed me here, and if they do "fair use" I don't find it wrong to mention that they have my fiction in their websites and that I defend my name, and all my names, here. For referall, I am also at http://kay-mulan.dreamwidth.org This, archive of our own, is very much my happy place. Thank you for your time, kindness, and consideration. God bless you, Iskierka of Archive of our Own. I am kind of very sad. I have Trekfic.
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May. 30th, 2013 07:34 pm* Fandom: Star Trek, REBOOT 2
* Title: Bones
* Author: Iskierka
* E-mail: kissmesoundly(at)gmail.com
* Summary:
* Spoilers: yes.
* Rating: other
* Distribution: ask and feedback first.
* Disclaimer: thanks to bad robot
* Author's Note: can't hold us down.
In her eyes she sees something a little bit like the exact opposite of malice. He doesn't wince as though his left arm and hand had not been both reset completely. There is a certain bonelessness of feeling in her lungs, which could be her legs. She takes off her uniform. He is already naked. She remembers the first moment of eye contact, both of them in dress uniforms, the captain speaking, her papers for transfer already in order and official, her father's death so very carefully explained. The way she sees it, there is much to be done. Klingon is a very difficult culture for her. It must be the blonde. She is unfamiliar. The captain is smitten with her work papers she things but she has waited for this moment even since the doctor's eyes were on her back.
* Title: Bones
* Author: Iskierka
* E-mail: kissmesoundly(at)gmail.com
* Summary:
* Spoilers: yes.
* Rating: other
* Distribution: ask and feedback first.
* Disclaimer: thanks to bad robot
* Author's Note: can't hold us down.
In her eyes she sees something a little bit like the exact opposite of malice. He doesn't wince as though his left arm and hand had not been both reset completely. There is a certain bonelessness of feeling in her lungs, which could be her legs. She takes off her uniform. He is already naked. She remembers the first moment of eye contact, both of them in dress uniforms, the captain speaking, her papers for transfer already in order and official, her father's death so very carefully explained. The way she sees it, there is much to be done. Klingon is a very difficult culture for her. It must be the blonde. She is unfamiliar. The captain is smitten with her work papers she things but she has waited for this moment even since the doctor's eyes were on her back.
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May. 30th, 2013 07:38 pm* Fandom: Star Trek, REBOOT 2
* Title: Kirk
* Author: Iskierka
* E-mail: kissmesoundly(at)gmail.com
* Summary:
* Spoilers: yes.
* Rating: other
* Distribution: ask and feedback first.
* Disclaimer: thanks to bad robot
* Author's Note: can't hold us down.
In her eyes she sees something a little bit like the exact opposite of malice. He doesn't wince as though his left arm and hand had not been both reset completely. There is a certain bonelessness of feeling in her lungs, which could be her legs. She takes off her uniform. He is already naked. She remembers the first moment of eye contact, both of them in dress uniforms, the captain speaking, her papers for transfer already in order and official, her father's death so very carefully explained. The way she sees it, there is much to be done. Klingon is a very difficult culture for her. It must be the blonde. She is unfamiliar. The captain is smitten with her work papers she things but she has waited for this moment even since the doctor's eyes were on her back.
* Title: Kirk
* Author: Iskierka
* E-mail: kissmesoundly(at)gmail.com
* Summary:
* Spoilers: yes.
* Rating: other
* Distribution: ask and feedback first.
* Disclaimer: thanks to bad robot
* Author's Note: can't hold us down.
In her eyes she sees something a little bit like the exact opposite of malice. He doesn't wince as though his left arm and hand had not been both reset completely. There is a certain bonelessness of feeling in her lungs, which could be her legs. She takes off her uniform. He is already naked. She remembers the first moment of eye contact, both of them in dress uniforms, the captain speaking, her papers for transfer already in order and official, her father's death so very carefully explained. The way she sees it, there is much to be done. Klingon is a very difficult culture for her. It must be the blonde. She is unfamiliar. The captain is smitten with her work papers she things but she has waited for this moment even since the doctor's eyes were on her back.
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May. 30th, 2013 07:38 pm* Fandom: Star Trek, REBOOT 2
* Title: Spock
* Author: Iskierka
* E-mail: kissmesoundly(at)gmail.com
* Summary:
* Spoilers: yes.
* Rating: other
* Distribution: ask and feedback first.
* Disclaimer: thanks to bad robot
* Author's Note: can't hold us down.
SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK! That man. That terribly wrought, defiantly challenged. Upright. Steady. Noble. Ignorant man. He could hear her in his mind, still. Already. Her gaze slicing him to ribbons. The Klingons were coming, in full force sometimes. Thinking themselves clever, hidden. Overt as a rotting peach surrounded by worms, maybe, but not. It strikes him as divisive, every time his woman and him fight. And to surrender to the power of those eyes, Spock the first. To withdraw into himself, his mother, his father. To seek him out in dreams and dreaming only in the most precarious of times. This is what it means, to understand what it is to lose peace, and to hold fast and fight for loving, love.
* Title: Spock
* Author: Iskierka
* E-mail: kissmesoundly(at)gmail.com
* Summary:
* Spoilers: yes.
* Rating: other
* Distribution: ask and feedback first.
* Disclaimer: thanks to bad robot
* Author's Note: can't hold us down.
SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK! That man. That terribly wrought, defiantly challenged. Upright. Steady. Noble. Ignorant man. He could hear her in his mind, still. Already. Her gaze slicing him to ribbons. The Klingons were coming, in full force sometimes. Thinking themselves clever, hidden. Overt as a rotting peach surrounded by worms, maybe, but not. It strikes him as divisive, every time his woman and him fight. And to surrender to the power of those eyes, Spock the first. To withdraw into himself, his mother, his father. To seek him out in dreams and dreaming only in the most precarious of times. This is what it means, to understand what it is to lose peace, and to hold fast and fight for loving, love.