Jim's Eyebrows:
The way the man sat in the chair perpetually fascinated him. Often, he sat in an irritating sprawl; a lazed, indolent form of ownership, stretching his full body across the seat, like it was his only support. But other times, he sat tight, focused, all traces of lolling erased. It was typically only during crisis that he snapped to, but sometimes, he sat upright without any noticeable stimuli.
Now, for instance. The Captain's feet were planted firmly on the floor in front of him and he leaned forward, fingers steepled under his chin. His expression was far away; what he was thinking of, Spock could not deduce.
It intrigued him nonetheless.
He watched from the Science station, performing his duties on autopilot. With his free attention, Spock indulged his curious nature and set about figuring the course of the Captain's thoughts. He scanned the Captain's body language, observing his expressive human face.
The investigation was soon forgotten however, as he looked at that face.
He was lost among its planes and Spock's intellect turned instead to mapping the visage's features.
He took in the regular, nearly symmetrical nature of the Captain's countenance, noting the beauty there - a nearly universal type which was appreciated by most Federation cultures. What continually caught his notice however, was not one of the face's more obviously attractive points, like the mouth or large eyes. It was the Captain's brow, which was furrowed in his deep thought.
Small lines, the beginnings of grooves of age, folded into the skin between his eyebrows. It made the Captain appear….steadier, more serious, than was usual. Spock wasn't given much to premonition, but the deep spiritualism of his father's race came alive as he looked at those small lines.
He could see what kind of man the Captain was, the kind of man he would be in the future. He was a man of integrity, character, compassion, and intellect, but also action – an indelible force that would sweep along, effecting all in its path. He shuddered internally, feeling wary of such potency.
The moment passed and not wishing to be left out, his mother's heritage came alive to note that the Captain would only become more attractive as he aged, growing into the ripened handsomeness that more years would bring.
Suddenly uncomfortably aware of the intensity of his gaze, Spock returned to his work. If he'd been more prone to Terran-style outbursts, he would have huffed in annoyance with himself.
There was work to be done. He didn't have time to foolishly entertain visions of his and the Captain's future.
Since I always hear about/write about Spock's eyebrows, but never Jim's equally cool ones. :)
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