maytakecenturies: (are what keep me)
T'Pol ([personal profile] maytakecenturies) wrote in [personal profile] myironeyes 2015-04-08 04:11 am (UTC)

[The pain is present, not easy to ignore - but what pain has ever distracted her mind from a task? (That is ego; she knows it is, even as she strains against his constant agony.) She cannot give him up, not until he is hers wholly and completely. She will not play the part the master of this castle wants of her, and she isn't bothered by what she needs to do to combat it.

He begs, and she slams his thoughts down, makes him heel like a dog in training. His emotions perturb her: if it was only pain, anger, want, anything base and physical and basic, she would understand.

But he cares, he would protect her without her forcing the urge into his head. That baffles her, and she almost withdraws. It's not an emotion she's familiar, not one she recognizes easily, absent as it is of lust and ego.

Before she can get lost in the sea of bizarre emotion, she rallies her thoughts, calms her mind.]


Escort me back to the ship.

[Her voice is mostly calm. She struggles with the edge she feels, instead manipulating everything she finds in his mind.] You will keep my safe. [Even, she adds silently, at risk to himself.]

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