And after almost a year ...
In the wake of Elisa, a little tribute to Love.
[Fandom: STAR TREK - Pairing: Sarek / Amanda]
- One Step Away -
Yet it is always present, without any obligations, in my mind ... the thought of her ... ...
Sarek
Ambassador sat now in decent silence in the garden that his wife had treated during the years of their life together.
The slight breeze that occasionally stroking his face had the same warm and touch so that she He had loved him reserved in the most intimate moments of their love. Sometimes, that breeze seemed to sing his name in the same way, in the same harmonic intensity with which Amanda used to reassure him, or rebuke him. But it was always a pleasure in both cases ... whatever the nature of that "song". For every hour
Sarek faint sigh, every breath, every movement of nature around him echoed his voice ... and that was a comfort to his soul maimed, who had recently lost that part of himself that he knew of Lei
Those sounds were the only thing that still kept alive in their house ... otherwise the silence.
The noble, but restless silence of her grief-which unlike the scent of you who still intoxicated his senses, he had nothing but the sad reality inextricably bitter taste.
Amanda ... remember ...? Remember ...
know that from now on this will be the word through which I will have to talk to you and with you ... it is an awareness which would willingly surrender
... But it is a duty towards you.
And to me.
toward what we are. Towards what Eri ...
No. Dover
you talk about the past ...
No.
Towards who you are and always will be.
The Past is indeed illusion. But the memory is pain.
Searing pain. Nevertheless it would be illogical
not remember ... I do not forget. You know that well ...
and then play along with these memories. For the last time.
Together.
Vulcan embassy that evening, had been invited several prominent members of the Federation and Starfleet. The main hall was packed with people. These dresses sported a different kind, taken one by one, certainly not stood for moderation, but not for too crude, however, clashed together in a cacophony of colors substantially humble atmosphere, decorated and equipped with is strictly necessary to brighten the evening.
From the back of the room, in fact, spreading the notes of a Mozart Allegro and that was enough to make the reception very pleasant. There were rumors that he was the same Sarek to request the music of Viennese composer and this resulted in the present motion of amazement and complacency.
Amanda Grayson stood out in that sea of \u200b\u200bopulence for its modest elegance. She was a frail appearance, but she had poise, her movements were graceful and measured and his face seemed eternal a friendly smile and sincere. It was evident, however, that certain events had not yet familiar, though he knew door, he could still cogliere nei suoi atteggiamenti talvolta impacciati e nel suo parlare altalenante un certo imbarazzo. Ma un imbarazzo dovuto perlopiù all’umiltà di una semplice insegnante la quale aveva da poco ricevuto un’onorificenza alla carriera e che avrebbe avuto a breve l’onore di sedere nelle università più prestigiose.
Quando uno dei rettori più rinomati volle presentarla a Sarek, la donna ostentò un certo tentennamento.
Questa soggezione si eclissò nel preciso istante in cui vide una mano protendere verso di lei. Amanda rimase un attimo attonita.
L’Ambasciatore voleva stringerle la mano come consuetudine terrestre.
Quel gesto così umano solitamente contrastava con Vulcan stoicism, but Sarek, although follow next ostentation rigidity and austerity, he had the opportunity to become familiar with the habits and customs so much land to experiment, and that gesture, so the person was consistent with his magnificently.
Amanda, initially thought to return the greeting in the same way, but soon understood the need to pay him homage in the manner most appropriate to its nature and instead of returning the handshake, the same dividend raised his fingers and saying the typical greeting in Vulcan is a very acceptable. Then
Sarek raised an eyebrow surprised and intrigued, attracted to the woman so sweet, and those eyes of a heavenly way to live as his cheeks were not used and switched to a color as pleasant.
That was the occasion when he realized that was the beginning of a terrible and delightful charm, intended to harass him in time.
The prologue of love ...?
Amanda ...
Love. Experience love and to analyze the causes and consequences would have been logical. But it was not an equation solved by reason, and this made him nervous. The frightened and intimidated. It was an equation whose variables were not calculable. And whose unknowns
... "But this is not science, Sarek, "Amanda retorted the day with a note of anger" This is not a math problem! We're not numbers ... but people! There is a logical solution ... "Sarek although you might experience a surge of resentment, smiling as he saw coming towards him to take his hands in hers and file with it a slight kiss. Sarek drew back gently, his eyes rested on confused those of his betrothed probing depth to draw from them an answer.
"... We are the solution, Sarek ... and our union is better than the sum of our differences ... are not these words of Surak?”. Egli annuì flebilmente mentre sul suo viso fioriva un sorriso silenzioso appena percepibile. Amanda intanto osservava quei moti quieti e timidi dell’animo dell’uomo che amava. Il pudore attraverso il quale tentava invano di nascondere la timidezza era di una bellezza commovente. Lei gli si riavvicinò invitandolo a condividere il loro vincolo per mezzo dell’unione delle loro dita. Sarek obbedì a quella richiesta, mentre Amanda portava le sue labbra su quelle di lui. Il vulcaniano sgranò gli occhi a quel tocco…piacevole. Poté chiaramente, e distintamente percepire ogni cosa. In lei l’amore così radicato era un continuo germogliare di nuove letizie e Sarek ne era parte integrante, part of a serenity that had nothing to do with the logic ...
Nothing ...
"Serenity
?..."" Yes, Amanda ... logic gives us a peace that humans rarely catch up. "He repeated. Amanda showed doubtful.
Both buildings were standing on the bridge of San Francisco, has survived the many storms of time, and standing proudly overlooking the sea, giving the possibility to all those who rested feet insecure to be able to enjoy its protection, beauty and serenity of the ocean to think freely, rocked dall'ondeggiare of blueness so reassuring.
The ambassador followed the motion of the waves with enchanted eyes. His eyes were seeking to fathom the immensity of the sea to snatch the sense of marvel, and to understand the reason for the ability of water to soothe his spirit. In light of
quest'arcana serenity - a result of a careful and persistent observation of that vast expanse of water-it possible that the illuminating power of logic, the only motive of his existence, so each could lose value?
For a juncture, he doubted the rightness of his belief logic. Then she thought that this concern was not to have escaped to his companion.
"It 's so ..." confirmed the accuracy of his statement, without taking his eyes from the sea.
Amanda, contrary to his companion, had as its object in question Sarek.
His eyes looking earnestly those of man who was forced to meet them. And now, incredibly, it was like he never looked away from the wonder of nature. Find that same peace of mind in that blue alive, vibrant definitely more familiar, comforting and human was what made his future wife the most beautiful, exciting and incomprehensible mystery of nature itself. And
Then she knew that serenity was so constant, but it was changing and therefore not necessarily conferred by the simple and rigorous logic and balance resulting therefrom, and also followed a wave motion, a swing that could reach the top to him unknown, indefinable
... And they had a name.
"And where is the happiness in all this?" He asked suddenly serious Amanda.
Sarek did not answer.
He simply observing that his good mystery, a hint of a smile.
And once again she was able to offer the answer.
Amanda, then I was not able to answer ...
That sum had a name.
Here.
Happiness.
But happiness was not a necessary condition.
For a Vulcan was not a condition accessible, it was thought conceivable and therefore did not represent a viable target ...
It was not logical.
was a chimera. A human caprice Sarek felt that having to concede.
had to marry Amanda.
"So this is your will, Sarek?" The question of T'Pau
echoed in the ears of the young ambassador, imperious and full of severe disbelief. Although it was a terminal to divide them, I felt in Sarek the serious tone of voice disappointment that the old Vulcan tried to soothe with gentle and subtle sighs, but his face betrayed his intentions contract. Remember
discontent of T'Pau was always a little happy, but instead to think of happiness derived from pursuing his choice made the memory of such a pallor
... "Yes, T'Pau ... it is my will." He answered firmly.
The woman raised an eyebrow doubtfully. It was rare to see in her a bike, though barely audible, emotional, but at that moment, the ambassador could clearly see the features of his face crack in what could be identified as a gesture of annoyance and disappointment ...?.
"Sarek ... I see no reason why deny yourself the marriage. But ... I do not see the logic in your obstinacy to claim the Earth as a bride. "
" My stubbornness is not illogical, T'Pau ... neither a claim. It 'a wish. "
" The desire is misleading, deceptive. Your reason falters, Sarek ... "
" You put into question my reason, but it's my choice to give thought. Yes, T'Pau ... I chose a human. This is my will. "The tenacity and vigor with which repeated the last words in the other caused a bitter twist of the mouth. Amanda
Sarek wanted, but it was a logical desire, posed, controlled, was not the result of a deception, a trick of the senses. It was a necessity. A desire that had a shape, texture, heady scent, delicate. A desire which was not necessarily obscure reason ...
And also, unlike the caustic passion of "Time", this feeling had a caressing touch, white, of an incomparable delicacy.
Dolce.
a feeling that transcended all thought, despite having reason to exist. There was a logic
. He had
In addition there ...
had the right to happiness. Amanda was one
happiness.
His miracle of nature.
And I remember that night ... The memory of their
night ....
The harmonic and rhythmic beat of their two natures together.
feel her heart in her chest ...
A few months later to hear in his hands the result of the miracle that their love for granted ...
Spock ...
"Father." Sarek
spun. The their miracle stood nearby, showing off a little embarrassed ...
"Spock said, visibly ...?" surprised and suddenly realized that all was not lost, that that part of himself that he knew she was still alive, just that he no longer resided in, but had a body and a consciousness was alive. Especially living, palpitating.
Spock ...
"I was sure to be here." Went the other shyly.
Ambassador did not answer, but invited him to sit down.
watched her son while she took his seat next to him and when he realized that he was under observation, Sarek immediately averted his gaze.
"We have much to talk about."
Spock nodded his head in a nod.
"But now listen ..."
L’Ambasciatore levò gli occhi al cielo socchiudendoli.
L’altro comprese e fece altrettanto.
“Ascoltiamo...”
Ogni flebile sospiro, ogni respiro, ogni movimento della natura...
Amanda.
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