#nerienspock

[old-fashioned-boy-mccoy]

"It has come to my attention that it is your date of birth. Although I do not understand the reason for your customs, I am aware that humans give each other gifts to celebrate that day." Spock handed the doctor a meticulously wrapped gift. It almost looked like he must have calculated exactly how much wrapping were needed and how to get all sides symmetrical.

“Spock- For me? Shucks, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble, but thank you. Nice wrapping job, too. I’ll save the paper.” He slid a finger in between a fold and pulled it apart. “Any hints? Or are you going to let me be surprised?”

[thelonelyandroid]

Accent

4/10 AY E EEEEEEE

[daretheuniverse]

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Chris sucks in a breath. Hard. Audible. Blinking several times in disbelief. Spock was logical. Spock was concrete. Spock was consistent. That he could be devious to one he’d expressed faith in in the past..

That he’d act against Chris, when in the past they’d understood each other so well...

“You must have your reasons.” Summarized, en pointe. “Lets hear them.”

[imadoctornotablog]

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Hi hair is pushed up, his forehead red with the imprint of fabric wrinkled by a scowl. “Spock? What on earth d’you-”

Their surroundings catch his eye. “-I fell asleep in the Medical Labs again, didn’t I?”

[onlyknowwhaticando]

Spock hadn't left his side, he had actually barely moved at all. Instead he had watched over his unconscious friend, worrying that he would never wake up. Thankfully, that was not the case. As soon as he noticed that the man was waking up, he stood up from the chair he'd been sitting on and leaned slightly over the bed. "Jim...?"

“Ow,” Jim mumbled, aching and sore everywhere. He opened his eyes and quickly shut them again, the light too much. Carefully, he opened them again, just slightly, and that worked better. “Spock?” he asked, trying to force a louder voice from his dry throat with little success. “Wh’ happ’n’d?”

@nerienspock

[handsofasurgeon]

"You cannot keep doing this."

Send me “You can’t keep doing this.” for your muse to take a bottle of alcohol away from my muse.

“Mind your own business, ya great green goblin.” Bones protested, reaching for the bottle as it escaped his fingers. “I’m a Doctor, I know what I’m doing.” He grumbled something to the effect of ‘or at least I’m supposed to’ and sneered at the table, protecting his half full glass from Spock’s thievery at the very least. His brows pressed together, his red face drenched in sweat, hair tousled. He’d been here a while before Spock had come to check on him. Heaven help him come morning. 

[irascibledoctor-a]

nerienspock replied to your post: .

It’s your blog, you should have the name you prefer the most.

I know but I am the most indecisive shit when it comes to names xD