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𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊, as the fireplace light cast warm light and shadows on his features. They’d been through so much, they’d come together and fallen apart so many times in so many ways --- at times he wondered why they kept going down this road when the universe seemed determined to divide them, but the answer was clear every time. The unshakeable and unwavering love he held for him. All he hoped, was that somehow after it all... through division, death, rebirth and rehabilition... after the adventure and trial, that perhaps Spock still held the same. His hand reached for Spock’s, gently brushing against his knuckles before holding it delicately. “ Forget all of thе tears that you've cried, it's ovеr now. ”  he said, hoping his meaning would be understood by the other. That the pain and hardship could end, all they had to do was let themselves be in love once more.

     “ By  what?  Our  past  mistakes? ”  There  are  only  vague  memories  of  the  Stark  summer  house  in  Lucas’  mind.  Blurry  images  and  flashes  of  scenes  that  were  muted  and  incoherent  to  make  for  a  full  story.  It’s  the  scent  that  feels  mostly  familiar,  mixed  with  dust  and  old  wood.  He  doesn’t  know  why  either  of  them  thought  it  would  be  a  good  idea  to  go  visit  the  abandoned  beach  house,  and  with  every  passing  second  he  spent  within  the  confines  of  the  old  house,  the  sentiment  that  they  shouldn’t  have  done  this  at  all  just  grew  stronger.  “ I  don’t  think  anyone  died  here,  so  what  would  haunt  it? ”  An  attempt  to  argue  against  Tony’s  concerns;  the  place  was  already  creepy  enough  without  the  idea  that  ghosts  could  be  residing  there.  

They were here again at THEIR SPOT, secluded little clearing in the Enchanted Forest, sprawled out on a blanket that Alice had set down for them. While she understood that things were complicated, and couldn’t always be easy, Alice LIVED for these moments, for her time with Drizella. She still can’t believe how LUCKY she is, a thought that crossed her mind again as she gazed up at the brunette, studying her features, her pretty eyes that she could drown in. “ I can’t help that summer feeling, getting washed away in you. ”

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