[IC] Post-TDW (WS/EC compliant)

[thatboyisamonster]

[ man, did Loki just appear in your quarters ]

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[scienceping]

Though you now have the throne.

[thatboyisamonster]

I have succeeded despite my disadvantages.

[scienceping]

... As you say.

[thatboyisamonster]

You don't sound convinced.

[scienceping]

[light shrug]

... It is my belief that while you have attained the throne, I do not believe that you have truly attained your desire.

[thatboyisamonster]

[ turning to face him, eyes bright ]

And what do you know of my desire, Spock?

[scienceping]

You wish to be accepted for who you are.

[thatboyisamonster]

And when do you think that will happen? In Asgard?

[scienceping]

I cannot speak to that.

[thatboyisamonster]

It would never happen.

[scienceping]

But that does not change your desire, does it?

[thatboyisamonster]

At least I know the futility of it.

[scienceping]

[another light shrug]

I have merely stated my beliefs.

[thatboyisamonster]

Of course.

[scienceping]

... Did you wish to stay on the observation deck?

[thatboyisamonster]

For a while, yes.

[scienceping]

Do you wish for privacy or company?

[thatboyisamonster]

Stay.

[scienceping]

[nods. moving towards one of the window seats.]

[thatboyisamonster]

[ sitting next to him ]

[scienceping]

[shifts again, close enough so that their knees just barely touch]

[thatboyisamonster]

Do you know any stories about the stars?

[scienceping]

Stories as in legends or astrology?

[thatboyisamonster]

Whatever you feel like.

[scienceping]

Every culture has some form of legend or belief relating to the stars, most commonly the formation or creation of such.

One such legend that comes to mind originates from the Philippine islands of Earth ...

In the times when the sky was close to the ground, a spinster went out to pound rice. Before she began her work, she took off the beads from around her neck and the comb from her hair, and hung them on the sky, which at that time looked like coral rock. When she began working, each time that she raised her pestle into the air it struck the sky. For some time she pounded the rice, and then she raised the pestle so high that it struck the sky very hard. Immediately the sky began to rise, and it went up so far that she lost her ornaments. Never did they come down, for the comb became the moon and the beads became the stars.