Star Trek

A traditional Vulcan New Year's celebration, all members of the royal family will attend, while other Vulcan citizens and colonists will watch the broadcast from home to watch the highest-level fencing competition of the year. ’ I stopped at the door and looked at him, half shrouded in light, huddled smaller than usual, ‘I’ll take part, I’ll win the game, and declare before the royal family and the council of elders that you’ve become My mate - heir mate. "

I will free him forever from the mud and set him in the light.

The door slid shut slowly, and he was overwhelmed by shadows.

59.【Spirk】Salome

EIGHT

The fencing match was scheduled for the first day of the new year, and it snowed on that day.I wake up early in the morning and sweep the snow and the last of the dead leaves under the trees.Although I'm nominally Spock's personal servant, I'm actually involved in all sorts of chores.It's not bad, at least there are times when I can breathe, when I feel that I am me... Spock suddenly hugged me from behind.

Hateful Vulcan.Don't they make a sound when they walk on snow?And the snow covered up even the only smell I could discern.

I often feel that Vulcan still retains the habits of small animals. For example, he branded his own mark on my shoulder blade, and now he is sniffing the back of my neck and marking me with scent.

It has been several days since he revealed my life without the slightest leeway, and after that we tacitly never mentioned it again.I don't know how much he knows, but it must be much more than I imagined, and much earlier—maybe before I was presented to him, he had already found out about me.

However, what is the love and infatuation he showed for me afterwards?Intentional or genuine?I can't ask him, I'm afraid of his answer, afraid it will destroy everything now.

"The festivities start in 2.98 hours and I'm about 3.4 hours later. Are you coming to watch?"

"……meeting."

"I have ordered to reserve a viewing seat for you."

"No, I won't let you see me. Maybe I'll go and have a look and leave. You know, I have a lot of things to do than you, Your Highness."

"As you wish, Jim. I won't force you to do anything you don't like."

"That's good."

I turned around and kissed his chin with a very thin layer of stubble: "Well, come on, my little prince. I will wait for your triumphant return."

"Little Prince?" He raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

"It's just a use. Have you read the old fairy tales on Earth? There's also a fox."

"Never."

"It's all right, he loves roses, and the fox wants to keep him company."

"Humans and plants and...animals."

"You don't have to try to understand why they connect. Fairy tales don't make sense."

"……I understand."

He didn't seem to understand at all.

"Go and dress up, Your Highness."

"Jim," he said, eyes fixed on me, darker than usual, "I told you that at today's ceremony I will be announcing our link."

"Well."

"You didn't listen carefully. You didn't take this seriously."

"I do not have."

"Yes, you did not."

"I'm not the one—"

He shook his head and interrupted me: "The celebration will end at 1930 hours, and I will come to you at 1840 hours. Is this feasible?"

Bright red berries peeked out from the half-swept snow.

I stared at them and said, ok.you can.

"Your body is like the lily of the garden that has never been dusted. Your body is as white as the snow on the mountains, like the snow on Judea, flowing from the valleys to the plain. No rose in the garden of the Queen of Arabia is like your body. White complexion. Arabian roses, Arabian spices, the afterglow of the setting sun, the breath of the moon on the sea...all of these are not as good as your clean body.

Let me touch your body. "

I knelt in the depths of a deserted garden, where there were no flowers, only withered vines crumbling to dust in the winter.There is a thick layer of snow here that no one has cleaned, the thorns pricked the fingers, and it, they are too sharp, the skin is cut so easily, and the bright red blood flows down the fingers, so on the snow-white ground dazzling.

"Your hair is like clusters of grapes, like clusters of black grapes hanging down in the vineyards of Edom. Your hair is like the fir trees of Lebanon, like the great fir trees of Lebanon, whose shadows Let the lions rest, and the robbers hide by day. The night is long, when the moon hides her face, and the stars disappear, but all is not dark. There is nothing in the world like the blackness of your hair...  

Let me stroke your hair. "

I haven't been in such a mess for many years, crying alone in the wasteland and the howling wind and snow-I'm actually crying. I thought my tear ducts had disappeared with the weakness-but at this moment they came back, as fierce as childhood The nightmares that choked my throat came back together, and a thousand times agitated in my hearing, and my eardrums hurt.

"Your lips are like a red band from a tower of ivory. Like a pomegranate cut from an ivory knife. The pomegranates bloom in the gardens of Tyre, redder than roses, but paler by them. King The sound of the siren's horn scares the enemy, but pales in comparison. Thy lips are redder than the feet on the barrels of wine. Thy lips are redder than the feet of the doves that haunt the temple. It is more red than The feet of the lion-slayer coming out of the forest shall be red. Your lips are like the blood-red corals that fishermen find in the sea at dawn, those blood-red corals that are offered only to kings! . . . It is like Moby The cinnabar that the (Moab) people dug up in the mines, the cinnabar that was only given to the king. It is like the bow tie of the king of Persia, dyed with cinnabar and inlaid with coral. There is nothing in this world like To your bright red lips.

let me kiss your mouth. "

On the stage in the theater when I was a child, the Salome sevenfold dance danced so blurred and beautifully.She recited her lines under the brilliant lights, turning and turning, sad and moving.She walked towards the prophet, towards the end of twisted love and hate.

I asked offstage, why doesn't John love her?

Maybe he is in love.A voice answered me.

Then why are they not together?I asked.

Because they can't get anyone.said the voice.

Did she get him in the end?

Yes, she had him, and destroyed him at the same time.

Then she didn't actually get him.He's dead, he's not hers anymore.

No, they were consumed together in the flames of madness, and they went to the end together.

The blood and tears were warm, dripping on the ground, and the snow melted quickly.

It cuts the skin and it hurts so much.

I am choosing a path.Is there a cliff ahead?Is there a flame behind it?

I'm putting all my eggs in one basket.Who am I betting on?what is itIs there anyone coming for me?Is there someone waiting for me at the end?

There is no way out.There is no way out.

I'm trapped in this nothingness, and no one will save me.No Spock here.He's not in now.

Spock.

Where are you, Spock?

look at me, look at me...

As long as you open your eyes and look at me—

NINE

The dome of the Vulcan-style building is tall and transparent. In the pictures I have browsed, it is somewhat similar to the steeple churches on the earth.But it has no stained glass, no statue of the Virgin, and no cross. The polymer organic material can illuminate the interior while minimizing the damage to the body caused by strong sunlight. It is indeed a wonderful design.In my childhood, architects were also a good choice for my future career.

The Vulcan-Earth customs comparison was once a part of my thesis. Compared with the Earth has completely entered the era of warp speed, Vulcan still retains some ancient customs, such as the royal family, such as court fencing.Similar to the era of cold weapons on the earth, as a prince, I have to participate in it, defeating opponents to demonstrate my ability to protect the country.I don't know the list of opponents, the only news my father revealed is that I will not meet Sybok.

I took off my helmet, saluted Stonn as my penultimate opponent, and went back to my seat to rest.The opponents are not difficult to deal with, after all, this is not kal-if-lee, there is no need to fight to the death, it is more just a performance in costumes.It's just that when it was my turn to play again, it seemed that something was different.

There is no fixed attire for fencing, I change into professional sports attire, and some people just dress normally.But in the end this opponent changed into Vulcan's traditional black robes.

He was barefoot, and the texture of the robe was thinner than it should have been, almost like a veil.And there is nothing else underneath, just a naked carcass.His exposed skin was dripping with sweat, and Vulcans seldom sweated, and the creatures of the desert had to learn to lock in moisture.

I keep my eyes open.Is that...Jim?

I heard muffled breathing sounds all around me.An outlier among a group of Vulcans, he can't hide his differences, nor can he escape the Vulcan's keen senses.He is just a servant, and a servant should not be qualified to participate in it, let alone meet the heir all the way.

I didn't have time to think about more loopholes in the competition selection, he raised his sword to me.

I have to admit that, as a human being, Jim's