#omne

"Good thing there's no hole here. Otherwise, your Soul would have fallen out," said Obscur. "Don't give It away to strangers anymore. In cold hands, it will die."

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..За тонкими узорчатыми рёбрами пряталось что-то белое, пушистое — Обскур попытался достать его, но уткнулся в твёрдую поверхность тела.

Omne.

‘This link would have to be deep, directional, binding at a distance. It has never been attempted for such a purpose. I would-take care. But you would still find the depth disturbing.’

There was a tap on Spock’s shoulder.

Kirk felt the tap too.

‘Do it, Spock. Now!’

Spock shifted his grip on Kirk’s face. There was no precedent for this, no words which could be used. Only the necessity of reaching deep, quickly, deeper than ever, a swift agony of barriers to be broken, reaching through layers and levels and hidden places which wanted and did not want to be touched, gathering up gossamer strands of the link into a slender, indissoluble thread.

The Human gasped and sagged against the Vulcan. A moment of rebellion, no, not to be so close, so open, no. The rebellion put down. Necessity. Then, finally, being able to bear it, to reach for it, to reach back. Yes.

A gloved hand ripped Kirk’s hand off Spock’s shoulder.

- Page 29 of The Price of the Phoenix by Sondra Marshak & Myrna Culbreath (an actual Star Trek paper back that goes this hard this early and simply does not quit).

Uncensored ver here:

Bayonetta challenge: [1/9] climax finishes