#cohobbitation

Spock turned away, swallowing frantically and blushing green to the roots of his hair. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, too embarrassed to meet T’Ora’s eyes as she came around to sit delicately in the sand before him.

“I believe we may have more work to do as regards this aspect of your trauma,” she said lightly.

Spock stared hard at the sand and T’Ora did not speak again for a time, perhaps allowing Spock to sit with his humiliation.

Finally she said, “Explain this to me.” It was not a forceful command, but rather a request to understand.

The World Well Lost by @annaknitsspock

@cohobbitation, you have been so patient with me as I waded through the past like two months of silence over here, and for that I am so thankful. You asked me to do another scene of my choosing from the incomparably wonderful and talented @annaknitsspock‘s fic, The World Well Lost. T’Ora is quite possibly one of my fave Star Trek OCs ever. Her presence in this fic is so crucial to Spock’s recovery, and I could read stuff about her forever. :)

Thank you again for your patience, and for giving me the opportunity to draw once again for such a wonderful piece of writing!

(I don’t think my thoughts are going to be as entertaining as a commentary, but here we go, and thank you SO MUCH for asking:)

I knew I wanted something to go wrong with Garak, only serious enough to make him a miserable patient because I love Bashir and Parmak fussing over him while he insists he is perfectly fine.  My first thought was a respiratory problem of some sort, but that seemed less likely to just like… be cured in one go, but it’s the future, whatever.  And at that point, I hadn’t thought of bringing Pythas back in (I’m ashamed) but then I thought ‘well, if there’s now a surgeon living on the planet, why wouldn’t he get the care he needs?’ and then I had a lot of fun making Parmak not-a-qualified-surgeon and doing all sorts of tying things together in the hopes they would make sense, which is my favorite thing to do.  It was kinda nice, too, to combine him injuring himself with him willingly going to help someone, which seemed like the next logical step in his character progression; I only hope I handled it appropriately. 

Plus, from a purely aesthetic level, the idea of Garak with his eyes like solid clouds of blue sounded like it would be really nice, and that’s awful of me, I know.  But then I compromised with myself to be less awful, so he could see but still have some of that cloud effect, because of course he would manipulate that to his benefit, watching people who think he can’t see them and then calling them out on it when it becomes convenient.  

And god this thing just needed some conflict.  It was all getting a bit too fluffy, and that’s when I spin a wheel in my head full of SUFFERING to see what should happen before all the trademark mushy kissing stuff.  

I LOVE THISSSSSSS

kenshins-soul replied to your photo “Heat Saito had never been one to blush; that, he could thank genetics...”

I love the hand writing. Artistic and beautiful.

shell-senji replied to your photo “Heat Saito had never been one to blush; that, he could thank genetics...”

your handwriting is amazing!! (and I love the idea that the right person can make someone blush)

cohobbitation replied to your photo “Heat Saito had never been one to blush; that, he could thank genetics...”

what the FUCK is up with this elegant ass handwriting

Perhaps you mean "Keen Eyed Reader", dear editor?

WHICH EPISODE IS **THAT**