heathenpain:

 ^{❝   SPOCK!!  i must admit, your message was… well, unexpected.  ❞   entirely unprecidented, actually. the destruction of vulcan had meant, for him, the destruction of his family. he had already MOURNED his little brother, his logical father, his father’s human wife. there was nothing to stop the smile on his face; the two obvious mirrors to one another. his hands had raised to come and rest against the science officer’s shoulders, sybok only a few inches taller. but appearances didn’t matter. spock was alive          and damn the vulcans who would despise such gestures in a time of great need.     ❝   i was  frightened  that i would never see head or tail of you again.   ❞    // @cogentum}

                              _{BOTH   FAMILIAR  and   unfamiliar    ;    conflict    storms    within    his    eyes.    it   had    been   FAR   TOO   LONG   since   he   has   looked   upon   his   brother      ——     though   whispers   of   his   endeavors    did   not   go   unnoticed.      a    once   controlled   jaw    drops   slightly   ,   words   lingering   without   capability   to    escape.     his   prompt   board   was   UNEXPECTED  ,    to   say   the   least.                    ‘    ——   brother.   ‘} 

                            _{and   the   term   feels   strange   on   his   tongue  ,   rusty   ,   yet    illogically   comforting.     he   TENSES   briefly   at   such   a   human    -   like   touch   ,   (   HE   SHOULD   BE   USED   TO   SUCH   THINGS   NOW.   )    before   lifting   a   chin    as    he   speaks   of    FEAR.   he   knows   it   all    too    well   ,   too   ,   yet   it   buries   between   the   folds  of   his   thoughts.        (   NEAT.   ORDERLY.    how   it   should    be.     )       ‘    there   are   a     multitude   of   ways   to   find   my   presence   ,    i    assure    you.       ——–     though    i    had   not    EXPECTED   you   to   act   so   quickly   after   years   of   exile.      ‘}