Date: 2008-10-09 05:47 pm (UTC)
Lasha looked away.

"He always said I would destroy him," he said, in an undertone. "Like my father destroyed my mother."

His lips seized taut, pressing into a line.

"But he forgot one thing that I always remember. It destroyed him to destroy her."

He shook his head, fiercely.

"I'm not Aleksandr, Taras. I might obliterate everything around him, but I would always leave him standing immaculate. I would never harm one golden hair of that bastard's head. Never."

It had always been Nika who told him he was not like his father. Mild eyed, with that languid smile. He had never cared how cruel Lasha's nature could be, had never faltered once in his devotion. The compass point that pulled him to mercy, the counterweight of his darkness.

His eyes hardened.

"But I pushed him too far. And if I had it to do again...I would pay her off instead off seducing her."

Or have her killed. Accidentally.

He paused.

"Taras, don't listen to me. I'm drunk. I'm sentimental. Like that fucking Ukrainian."
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