I Shredded Laurel Is Dangerous

Title: Forever Young
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star
Trek TOS Pairing: Kirk / Spock / McCoy
Warnings: none
Plot: "The Youth have no time, Jim ... It 's a state of mind, and this always requires be encouraged and educated to see the whole thing always with renewed interest, so in order to accommodate fully the beauty of life. "

Dedicated to Shun for his 18th birthday. This thought is for you!

° ° Forever Young

S entiva pulled his eyes from the stars.
danced on his face quiet and lively colors of the universe, in that peaceful movement and lively, joyous beat of the rhythm of the Cosmos. The stars smiled
light on his skin.
The stars smiled, as opposed to him.
Building on that dumb magic, in a mournful contemplation.
The stars wanted to tear him a smile.
lingering golden on both sides of his mouth like drops of light. Not now
-...- A whisper
sad smiling face to Eternity.
He turned his back to those twin indiscreet as eternal children who continued with their sparkling laughter and warm caresses shining.
-V 'envy
...- A secret whistle.

-What 's that you envy, Jim? -
Something he had spoken. The lips caressing Reason rested on his forehead and kissed the afflicted mind.
Spock-...-
-What 's that you envy, Jim? -
-...-
do not think I know a broken sigh.
-It 's your birthday today ... why so much effort? -
-Are you here to greet me, then? -

condolences-I would say ...! -
soon came to The Voice of Feeling ease his pain, he came touching his mouth with that biting sarcasm.
-Bones ...-
-Come on, Jim ... on a day like this there is no time to sulk, but only to delight us with another year gone and another to come. -
answered the words of his lips with honey.
-I'm not in the spirit to celebrate the birthday ...-
answered, or tried, that amaricando undeserved and cloying honey to his mouth with bile.

-Sai ... me and Spock we have tried to find you a present ... and maybe we can not find at least something that could tear a smile ...-
followed in the usual persistence of a stubborn sun, ever ready to dusk, always so rich in joy. This feeling so heartening
undying ....
-What is it? - Churches
intrigued.
-magic dust, my handsome Peter Pan ...-
His hand opened and dust of stars enriched air, then fell slowly, in a swirl of golden elegance, his face darkened, and decked with gold and so then turned his gaze from her eyelashes valuable to the Company. Spock And you
-six accomplice of this joke? -
-I found the fascinating similarity ...-
said a hint of a smile.
-you remember when you stopped flying Jim? -
Asked the other voice fade in the melancholy of remembrance.
-No-...-
At the same time you've started to do really ...-
Yes ... you can ...-
-lost my baby ... Now what ... we want to do? -
asked yet.
-you do not know ... what would you recommend? -
Two hands leaned toward him in the warm invitation of a pact between souls.
-To try to fly, Jim ... together ... we have all the time ...-
-We are not a bit too big to play Peter Pan ? - Churches
doubtful.
-The Youth have no time, Jim ... It 's a state of mind, and this always requires to be stimulated and educated to see the whole thing always with renewed interest, so in order to accommodate fully the beauty of life .-
-... And on this ship of time they spend together! And how many things have yet to see !...-
-E makes me happy ... There is nothing more beautiful than words ...-
sprouted among the blooming of a smile. His hands shook the souls complementary and completeness of that tacit embrace of love, he felt the caress Companions closed around him in the privacy of the timid white petals of a flower at the dawn of his life. So
Beauty proved him in those simple gestures that day and was painted pink honey, the scent irresistible. The scent of a blooming life forever.

-Youth is happy because he has the ability to see beauty. Anyone will be able to maintain the ability to see beauty never become old-
.- * Yes ... It 's certainly the case. And I'll learn to see, hear, everything you need ... I am young and even at sunset, forever .-

E ternate G Iovane.

∞

* cit. Franz Kafka