Taras closed the distance, stepping into Isaev's personal space.
Most people drew back when confronted with Taras' raw and bristling physicality. Some did not. Isaev was one of those few.
Taras felt a rush, as if drunk on aggression and the heat of Isaev's proximity.
"I'm mad you didn't tell me that he's here. And now I'm mad that you don't think I have a stake in it."
Taras pressed in, closer.
"This is the guy who fucked you over, Lasha. This is the guy who was just fucking with your head, saying shit. Every time you hear his name, you look like someone stuck a knife in your gut and left it there."
He poked Isaev in the shoulder.
"I'm your comrade. You need to tell me these things, so I can have your back."
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Date: 2008-08-12 06:35 am (UTC)He glared at Isaev, fairly vibrating with ire.
"And I just told you why."
Taras closed the distance, stepping into Isaev's personal space.
Most people drew back when confronted with Taras' raw and bristling physicality. Some did not. Isaev was one of those few.
Taras felt a rush, as if drunk on aggression and the heat of Isaev's proximity.
"I'm mad you didn't tell me that he's here. And now I'm mad that you don't think I have a stake in it."
Taras pressed in, closer.
"This is the guy who fucked you over, Lasha. This is the guy who was just fucking with your head, saying shit. Every time you hear his name, you look like someone stuck a knife in your gut and left it there."
He poked Isaev in the shoulder.
"I'm your comrade. You need to tell me these things, so I can have your back."