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s'ᴄʜɴ ᴛ'ɢᴀɪ sᴘᴏᴄᴋ ([personal profile] ashaya) wrote in [community profile] expiationlogs 2024-08-04 11:00 pm (UTC)

[ It matters.

It matters for reasons that are not at the fore, for reasons that settle beneath. It matters, because Gwen has wrenched Spock's heart from between his teeth and made him part. The absence of the infection in Jim yawns about the presence of the Gnosia in him and it is all he might do, to bite back the growl that bubbles up from the foundations. It is all he might do, to ignore the higher modes of function. It is all he might do, shoulders drawn back and tight as he considers. Considers, and then —

Pulls. It is enough that the strength of it ought to snap it in turn, enough that the loss of the tension might send Peter stumbling back. Enough, Spock thinks and just barely, for him to circle in close enough to get Peter's clothed shoulder under his palm.

If he succeeds, if he manages — the Gnosia in him roars, searching for the pressure points to bruise toward the back of his neck. If he snap the delicate bones of his collar alongside it? It is of little consequence.

It is of little consequence, if it drops him as Spock so intends, for a short and dreamless sleep. ]

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