When Pike decided something was his, truly his, it was his and his alone. So far, there were only three things he had claimed in such a fashion which were the Enterprise, his captaincy of her, and his home. Much to his own surprise, he found himself wanting to claim something new. It was standing in front of him, watching him with a dark gaze. Yet as far as he could tell, he had no reason to want to do so. As a Vulcan might have said, it was an illogical feeling, but he wanted it all the same.
Pike stood up, deliberately removing the gloves he wore slowly. The ice of the planet that had been his very last test in his ability to survive in the cold had leeched into his very bones, and those very bones complained even in what could be considered normal temperatures anymore. He felt old before his time thanks to it, but the gloves he had chosen to wear during the war became an excellent stand-by for the problem. He placed the gloves aside, flexing his fingers, rubbing them together, watching Spock from the corner of his eye.
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Date: 2009-12-04 03:34 pm (UTC)Pike stood up, deliberately removing the gloves he wore slowly. The ice of the planet that had been his very last test in his ability to survive in the cold had leeched into his very bones, and those very bones complained even in what could be considered normal temperatures anymore. He felt old before his time thanks to it, but the gloves he had chosen to wear during the war became an excellent stand-by for the problem. He placed the gloves aside, flexing his fingers, rubbing them together, watching Spock from the corner of his eye.