




Scotty/Uhura
She did always want to live forever. Eternal youth; eternal beauty. Well… In a manner of speaking. But as she grew older—not so much older, mind, but certainly wiser—she learned the ins and outs of that restless desire.
Because, perhaps, immortality was the closest thing a living woman of flesh and blood, of arched eyebrows and private smiles, could ever get to being a living song.
She hummed over their first dinner together; over his shoulder in a shared bed; over a set of translations; early one morning, late the following night.
Those familiar songs changed when he hummed with her.
‘When I was younger, I enjoyed symphonies,’ she told him. He touched her hand. 'Now, I believe I prefer duets.’
'As do I, lassie,’ he replied.
There was a melody in everything. His soft snoring. Her sore shoulder. The shifting of the sheets; the hum of a turbolift; the silence in a decommissioned starship. There was a melody in dark matter and in supernovae, in transwarp equations, in particles disassembled and reassembled, in how far they’d been across the known universe and how close they’d grown together.
And, of course, the lilt of his voice when he called her—wrinkles and all, laugh lines and the etching of every joy’s equal sorrow—lassie even now, the gray and his fingers in her hair.

Request for TOS Scotty and Uhura for sadspockpanda!
#I LOVE THESE TWO #MORE THAN SCOTTY LOVES HIS SCOTCH #scotty wearing his kilt was the best thing ive ever seen #and uhura is adorable with her flawless makeup #spock is probably wondering where his lute is#and kirk is probably angry because he cant get his beauty sleep #myart #daily doodle #sketch #st tos
reblogging again so i can add the tags in because they make it that much better :’D
Sometimes he’ll just talk the whole shift away and not eat his lunch at all. It’s kind of endearing.