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Separation
Jan. 6th, 2009 09:15 pm(Continued from: http://taras-oleksei.livejournal.com/5299.html)
There was a silence after Liadov left.
It was as if no one wanted to move or speak or even breathe too loudly, for fear of drawing attention to themselves. Taras leveled his mismatched gaze at the soldiers around them and they avoided his eyes, for the most part, turning suddenly to their comrades, and abandoned meals. Lasha had not returned to his seat, but instead lingered where Liadov had left him, straightening his tie with such care, it appeared as if he was considering strangling someone with it.
Taras walked over to him. Surreptitious glances followed.
"Lasha..."
He paused.
Taras could see the stiffness in Ilarion's taut shoulders, and the slow-burn of fury smolder in his gaze. It was not directed at him, but he could still feel it, nonetheless, radiating like heat.
He did not touch Ilarion, though he stepped close.
"Come on, comrade. Let's go somewhere, and have a drink."
There was a silence after Liadov left.
It was as if no one wanted to move or speak or even breathe too loudly, for fear of drawing attention to themselves. Taras leveled his mismatched gaze at the soldiers around them and they avoided his eyes, for the most part, turning suddenly to their comrades, and abandoned meals. Lasha had not returned to his seat, but instead lingered where Liadov had left him, straightening his tie with such care, it appeared as if he was considering strangling someone with it.
Taras walked over to him. Surreptitious glances followed.
"Lasha..."
He paused.
Taras could see the stiffness in Ilarion's taut shoulders, and the slow-burn of fury smolder in his gaze. It was not directed at him, but he could still feel it, nonetheless, radiating like heat.
He did not touch Ilarion, though he stepped close.
"Come on, comrade. Let's go somewhere, and have a drink."
