His breath came hard, hissed between clenched teeth. He didn't know what wasn't clear. Taras stared at Barshov for a moment, eyes blazing hot-cold.
"What you said earlier, about my comrade."
Taras paused, lip curling viciously.
"The blond kommissar. Your kommissarevitch."
He struck Barshov again, across the line of the brow, lightly, then on the mouth, harder.
Each blow precise, in spite of the anger that surged through him.
"What did you mean?" he bit out. "Are you saying he hit you? Like this?"
The next blow, on the cheek, to reopen the cut. His knuckles came away wet, but he hit the dancer once more, then again, before pulling back.
Taras' shoulders felt tight, knotted with with restraint, but lower, his body pulsed, hard and hot.
His hand shot forward again, but this time to catch Barshov's jaw once more, to hold his bruised face still. The marks were light but were starting to swell, and blood drops welled from the cut.
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Date: 2008-06-13 08:54 pm (UTC)His breath came hard, hissed between clenched teeth. He didn't know what wasn't clear. Taras stared at Barshov for a moment, eyes blazing hot-cold.
"What you said earlier, about my comrade."
Taras paused, lip curling viciously.
"The blond kommissar. Your kommissarevitch."
He struck Barshov again, across the line of the brow, lightly, then on the mouth, harder.
Each blow precise, in spite of the anger that surged through him.
"What did you mean?" he bit out. "Are you saying he hit you? Like this?"
The next blow, on the cheek, to reopen the cut. His knuckles came away wet, but he hit the dancer once more, then again, before pulling back.
Taras' shoulders felt tight, knotted with with restraint, but lower, his body pulsed, hard and hot.
His hand shot forward again, but this time to catch Barshov's jaw once more, to hold his bruised face still. The marks were light but were starting to swell, and blood drops welled from the cut.
"Are you trying to implicate him?"