(peter, wherever he is, will most likely never experience something like this ever again. a dream that feels so real and ethereal, personal and unknown, and yet, he feels like this is exactly who he is, who he is supposed to be, what his life once were.
affection overtakes him, stronger than he ever felt, a vulcan's view, overwhelming and yet normal, logic should override it, and yet, he feels it so inherently to what he is, to what she is. she's not like him, of course, he can feel the shape of his ears, her appearance unlike his on the surface, but half as his in blood.)
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affection overtakes him, stronger than he ever felt, a vulcan's view, overwhelming and yet normal, logic should override it, and yet, he feels it so inherently to what he is, to what she is. she's not like him, of course, he can feel the shape of his ears, her appearance unlike his on the surface, but half as his in blood.)
... I'm me.