One strong hand with its wrecked flesh slid behind Spock's neck, holding there in a possessive gesture that was almost like grabbing the scruff of a feline's neck. The other hand slid down Spock's wrist and rubbed his thumb over the familiar markings of the brand he had carved into Spock's skin, and soul, ten years ago.
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Date: 2009-09-14 07:41 pm (UTC)yours
One strong hand with its wrecked flesh slid behind Spock's neck, holding there in a possessive gesture that was almost like grabbing the scruff of a feline's neck. The other hand slid down Spock's wrist and rubbed his thumb over the familiar markings of the brand he had carved into Spock's skin, and soul, ten years ago.
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