Mercurii reached out, slowly, grasping the man's broad hand, hard, with what strength remained to him.
"Thank you," he whispered, forcefully,"...sparing my legs."
His voice was languid with injury, unintentionally sensual. His fingers slowly slipped as they lost purchase, stroking Oleksei's hand.
The dancer's body had slackened in his chair, his physique managing to be graceful even sprawled gracelessly, long legs extended, chest open and arms hanging limp in supplication.
"His mother..." mumbled the dancer. "He came to grieve."
Merkurii raised unfocused, doe-like eyes, from beneath the soft swath of his disheveled mane.
"I'm his wailing wall," he drawled, insensate, as his fingers broke from Taras's and fell to his side.
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Date: 2008-06-14 08:33 pm (UTC)"Thank you," he whispered, forcefully,"...sparing my legs."
His voice was languid with injury, unintentionally sensual. His fingers slowly slipped as they lost purchase, stroking Oleksei's hand.
The dancer's body had slackened in his chair, his physique managing to be graceful even sprawled gracelessly, long legs extended, chest open and arms hanging limp in supplication.
"His mother..." mumbled the dancer. "He came to grieve."
Merkurii raised unfocused, doe-like eyes, from beneath the soft swath of his disheveled mane.
"I'm his wailing wall," he drawled, insensate, as his fingers broke from Taras's and fell to his side.