There was the smallest breath inward at the returned gesture, but his face revealed nothing. "You may." He rumbled, very quietly.
To pull up the double-sleeves would reveal terrible scarring. Thick, curled, and ugly. It seemed to wrap around his forearm like a serpent, pitted visibly at its deepest, all of it the same uniform white of very old scars.
Spock would remember it well from their previous meld, the actions that had left the scarring behind and the pain that had branded it into his flesh.
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Date: 2009-08-28 09:59 pm (UTC)To pull up the double-sleeves would reveal terrible scarring. Thick, curled, and ugly. It seemed to wrap around his forearm like a serpent, pitted visibly at its deepest, all of it the same uniform white of very old scars.
Spock would remember it well from their previous meld, the actions that had left the scarring behind and the pain that had branded it into his flesh.