#sevet

[vulcanlovetriangles]

But wait ... What if these two met?

[sallys-fanart]

*T’Pril cooking tevmel at home and they don’t make Sevet do that delighted little smile.*

T’Pril: If you don’t like them, perhaps you should go and eat with your husband again.

Sevet: I do not have a husband. I am married to you, my wif-

T’Pril: Captain Pike! From the way you behave around him, and the frequency with which you seek out his company, anyone would assume that you are courting.

Sevet, tilts head thoughtfully: I had not considered this. You are correct, his presence does make me feel-

T’Pril: wait no

[sallys-fanart]

Sevet: You know, Captain Pike, my wife believes that you have an ulterior motive in inviting me for these cooking lessons.

Pike: Mm, does she?

Sevet. Indeed she does. She also believes that hand-holding is not, in fact, a traditional cooking methodology of California.

Pike: Huh, weird.

[authortobenamedlater]

Next time T’Pring’s parents show up Pike makes bacon. Sevet loves it.

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T’Pril: Sevet, Vulcans do not eat meat.

Sevet: Well, we should!

[sallys-fanart]

Strange New Worlds S2E5 headcanon:

T’Pril and Sevet walking to the transporter room after the ceremonies are done.

Sevet: That Captain Pike was a lovely fellow.

T’Pril: He seemed no less foolish or illogical than other humans we have met.

Sevet: How thoughtful it was to prepare tev mel for the occasion.

T’Pril, pausing in the hallway, confused why her yes-dear husband has not instantly absorbed her opinion, for the first time in his life.

Sevet happily bouncing down the hall, oblivious and in love.

[sallys-fanart]

I woke up today with an awful headache and apparently shipping the most random ship is what’s getting me through the day xD

Pike: One for the road?

Sevet: We will depart using the transporter.

Pike: Figure of speech.

Sevet: Oh, I see. In that case, yes, I will take one… ‘for the road’.

[sallys-fanart]

I can’tttttt with these faces…. Sevet and Pike were just too cute in that sceneeeeeee.

Protect this precious cooking man and this preciouser eating man.

[ffxiv-swarm]

prompt 24: illustrious

The men of his tribe will insist they do not long for glory, but as far as Sevet’s concerned they’re all liars. Sure, they don’t want their names in lights across the big cities, but in a thousand other ways—who’s the best hunter, the best cheesemaker, the best teacher or trader or historian, and especially who’s the most popular with the women—they’re constantly trying to outdo each other. Women, they say, don’t need to be as competitive, but there are so few men that each of them has to be the very best. And once you climb that peak? Well, your reward is a target painted on your back. At least nunhs can only be challenged once a year; Sevet’s cousin Naita faces a new dairy-based wager every week. It’s exhausting to even contemplate.

So Sevet doesn’t. So he takes Kerahn and leaves, and it’s good. It’s freedom, even when he’s tied down to a steady paying job and can’t stay out all night the way he’d really like to. After all, it’s a good job. Vidofnir’s Wings does good work, and his boss gives him plenty of time off. He’s content to be lazy. Well...mostly content.

Because on his off days, there are races. Because he has a bird, fast as the wind, and he can take to the sands with her and leave the competition choking in their dust. Because there are places he can hear crowds screaming his name, showering him with praise. Because here, in the saddle, he can be bold and free and have no expectations placed on him other to lead Q’seris to the finish line.

“Q’sevet! Q’sevet!”

He doesn’t have to be a tia. He damn sure doesn’t have to be a nunh. He just has to be Q’sevet, and they cheer his name. He stands on the winner’s platform and turns his face to the sun like a blessing, listening to the roar of the spectators wash over him like rain.

Maybe he’s more a son of his tribe than he thought.