#sto tag

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sometimes i put all 2 of my braincells together and design new romulan uniforms

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you still haunt the corners of my heart // read on ao3

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Riov's personal log. Stardate… date: Exactly 140 years after the Battle of Caleb IV. [soft sigh.] It’s still hard to believe I’m — now. If the Elements had accepted me, 140 years ago —

[sound of a drink being poured.]

Well. There’s no use dwelling on could-have-beens. I’m here, now. Still gave up the hundred years I could have spent then — for her. It eats away at me, knowing she thinks I died for her, knowing that she’s gone and I’m still here. I don’t know whether or not she mourned for me. I don’t know whether or not I want her to have mourned.

[a glass clinks on a surface.]

Did I teach her the rites? Did I tell her to give all she had of me up to Fire? Would she have, would I have wanted to her, should she have burnt what she had of me as an offering or kept me with her for a thousand years, should she have left me behind again — no, that’s cruel. I told her to go. I stayed behind. I left her with nothing but memories. I left her no body to bury; I left her with a thousand thousand conversations unsaid, and told her to give up the hope we could ever have them.

I still haven’t, though I know I should; I should lay her to rest, not carry her with me, but these memories I have of her are what I warm myself beside when all other fires and Fires flicker and die. And if I keep her here, in my head and heart, maybe I can make her immortal, or at least keep her alongside me. We almost died together on that day, a century and a half ago; maybe we were always meant to.

Elements. Was it selfish of me to die for her? To take a death that should have been hers by right, as my captain, my riov? Did I dishonor her? Do I dishonor her now, an eternity — a lifetime later, by living in these memories, by gorging my weakness on reminisces of the way she took my hands?

[a soft laugh.] I loved her, didn’t I? Beyond an officer to their captain, beyond a friend to a friend, even beyond a brother to a brother — I loved her. The Vulcans have a word — t’hy’la. I loved her. Burned with it; burned for it. But the truth is more than that: I love her. Fires burn and die, the universe expands, and stars collapse, but this at least will not change: I love her. I could love her for the rest of my life.

[sob; refill drink.]

So. A toast to her. To the fearless Captain of the U.S.S. Minerva. To the Commander she was when we met; to the wise Admiral I know she became. To a friendship cut short; to a debt of honor never repaid; to —

To my friend. To my Captain.

O Captain, my Captain—!

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here she isssssssss

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last kisses

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they're both horrible

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me? posting sto art at probably the worst hour for engagement? it's more likely than you think

aseret: former empress sela, you are under arrest. sela: who do you think you are? aseret: a starfleet officer.

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they hated em for eir nonbinary swag

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full text of the shirt is "I killed Hakeev and all I got was this lousy t-shirt"

commander jarok bought the mug for them (yes, it's a reference to mind game)