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negativechill[ jim never asked for any of the shit he got and/or gets in life. didn't ask to be a prince, didn't ask for any of the responsibility, didn't ask to be told to marry someone from another planet in a bid to get him to 'settle down,' like arranged marriages ever fucking work and he and whoever he ends up having to marry aren't going to just end up coming to some kind of agreement and just carry on as they were before marriage on the down low.
and jim knows what it is. it'll look good to have a tie with the vulcans and strengthen the power humans have; things have been precarious since his dad died when he was born, so yeah. it tracks. do what they can to keep their shit together.
but why the fuck can't it be sam? he's older, more marriageable, whatever. jim doesn't care. this kind of shit isn't him. sure, he's handsome. sure, he's charming. sure, he's great at diplomacy when he's not too busy doing other things. sure, sure, sure.
if he doesn't even want to settle down with someone he picks himself, what the hell makes them think he wants to marry a stranger?
but see, jim gets through the preliminary stages just fine. they meet—the guy's fine, real serious but that's what he figures from a vulcan anyway, jim likes how smart he is—get to know each other a little over the span of approximately three days, and now they have one more night of single life before they're inexorably tied together for the rest of their lives.
jim's life. vulcans live a lot longer than humans do.
anyway.
the whole shebang is gonna be on vulcan since vulcans care more about ceremony than humans do, and now it's after the final "engagement" dinner with their families. they're not expected to consummate marriage or whatever before the ceremony (or after, even?) he's pretty sure, but they have been sort of sequestered in a suite of rooms to spend time together. or fuck. he's really not sure at this point. he's almost certain it's not the second one.
spock hasn't seemed particularly enthused about the whole thing either, so jim doesn't feel too bad about slouching in a chair in the room they're in and flicking open an old multitool before snapping it shut again, the motion habitual and unconscious. ]
So, what life plans are the arranged marriage thing ruining for you?
and jim knows what it is. it'll look good to have a tie with the vulcans and strengthen the power humans have; things have been precarious since his dad died when he was born, so yeah. it tracks. do what they can to keep their shit together.
but why the fuck can't it be sam? he's older, more marriageable, whatever. jim doesn't care. this kind of shit isn't him. sure, he's handsome. sure, he's charming. sure, he's great at diplomacy when he's not too busy doing other things. sure, sure, sure.
if he doesn't even want to settle down with someone he picks himself, what the hell makes them think he wants to marry a stranger?
but see, jim gets through the preliminary stages just fine. they meet—the guy's fine, real serious but that's what he figures from a vulcan anyway, jim likes how smart he is—get to know each other a little over the span of approximately three days, and now they have one more night of single life before they're inexorably tied together for the rest of their lives.
jim's life. vulcans live a lot longer than humans do.
anyway.
the whole shebang is gonna be on vulcan since vulcans care more about ceremony than humans do, and now it's after the final "engagement" dinner with their families. they're not expected to consummate marriage or whatever before the ceremony (or after, even?) he's pretty sure, but they have been sort of sequestered in a suite of rooms to spend time together. or fuck. he's really not sure at this point. he's almost certain it's not the second one.
spock hasn't seemed particularly enthused about the whole thing either, so jim doesn't feel too bad about slouching in a chair in the room they're in and flicking open an old multitool before snapping it shut again, the motion habitual and unconscious. ]
So, what life plans are the arranged marriage thing ruining for you?
