Another broken sobbing sound, but it is not of protest. Spock quivers where he is for a moment and, after a breath, pushes himself back against the tangle.
He wails.
There is no other sound for it - the threads feel like they are cutting him, the same slice and burn of his brand and he would wonder if he will bear marks from this if he had the power to wonder anything anymore.
Everything is Christopher, his mate, his.
T'hy'la. Say you are.
He shifts and the tangled bonds feel stronger under his shoulders, not nearly so fragile as they were even when James T. Kirk's Spock was there examining them. Stronger with use, then.
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Date: 2009-10-09 11:50 pm (UTC)He wails.
There is no other sound for it - the threads feel like they are cutting him, the same slice and burn of his brand and he would wonder if he will bear marks from this if he had the power to wonder anything anymore.
Everything is Christopher, his mate, his.
T'hy'la. Say you are.
He shifts and the tangled bonds feel stronger under his shoulders, not nearly so fragile as they were even when James T. Kirk's Spock was there examining them. Stronger with use, then.
Say you are my t'hy'la, as I am yours.