#him being into blondes is canon idc is anyone says otherwise

[theflowerofhumanity]

Never Say Never

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Christine Chapel. Twenty-one years old. Studying to be a doctor. She came from a loving home, with supportive parents, and already had a best gal for a best friend one year above her in the Academy. She was heading into it with a near-perfect grade-point average, a fantastic work ethic, and she was intelligent to boot.

But Christine was also coming off of one of hte worst breakups o her life. The getting-together had been messy, the relationship had been messy, the breakup was messy. A year of pure emotional torture, dragging her heart through the mud. The only comfort she had was that it was over, and he wasn’t going to be anywhere near the Academy.

Another bright spot, she surmised, stepping with bare feet into the cool sand, was that the Academy campus was a mere mile away from the pristine beaches of San Fransisco.

Christine too spotted the bonfire, but wrinkled her nose at the idea…bounding over there with endless energy only to likely get rejected was not what she needed right now. So she instead began a slow trek down the rocks…hoping instead to not run into anyone, but moments later, she spotted a dark, tall figure…and against her better judgement, her hand tilled on the railing, and her eyebrows climbed high in her forehead. Sure, it was hard to tell from here…but tall and dark was certainly a step leading to handsome.

Spock, carrying his cloak over his left arm and his shoes in the same hand, was still wandering—both down the beach and in his own mind. He didn’t catch sight of the young woman standing among the rocks until just a few yards separated them. The same intense evening sunlight that had gilded the sea also bathed her in gold, making a halo out of her bright hair. Light-colored hair was such a recessive trait on Vulcan that it no longer appeared in the population. Therefore, Spock had been fascinated to observe a variety of such colors, from flaxen to amber to fiery copper, during his first visit to a space station full of humans as a child. The visual appeal of hadn’t diminished in the intervening years, and his eyes lingered somewhat appreciatively on the woman now.

It was only fair, since she already seemed to be staring at him. He’d grown accustomed to being stared at from an early age and attached no particular emotion to the experience, though he had found the best response when among humans was to calmly return the stare. Most often, it seemed to make them uncomfortable and got them to look away in short order. 

The sun behind him threw his profile into sharp relief as he approached her—including his distinctive pointed ears. He wasn’t dressed for a trip to the beach; not in any classic human sense, anyway. He wore long, dark trousers and a long-sleeved charcoal shirt with an angled, asymmetrical neckline. His bare feet were the only beach-appropriate aspects of his whole ensemble. By now, they were of course covered in sand. Spock said nothing despite them now being close enough to exchange a verbal greeting. He simply inclined his head in acknowledgment before taking a seat on one of the big boulders to slip his shoes back on.