"You're a bad man, too, Oleksei," he said, indulgent with fatigue and liquor. "But you know that."
He laughed softly.
"You know I don't care."
Lasha opened his eyes to half mast.
"Maybe I am just like my father," he said, softly. "I don't care anymore."
He reached out, curving a hand over the disturbing solidity of Oleksei's hulking bicep. It was inked as intricately as a map.
"I shouldn't drink so much," he murmured. "I never used to..."
He trailed off, then pulled closer, pressing against Taras's reassuring brawn. He was ridiculously burly, somehow different than the broad grace of Andrei. He was beast-like, bullish, proletariat in every way.
His dangerous presence was reassuring to Ilarion, Oleksei's body like warm-blooded stone against him.
Uncertain stone, now, to his vague amusement, as he felt Taras's chest and arms go rigid and taut.
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Date: 2008-10-09 08:34 pm (UTC)"You're a bad man, too, Oleksei," he said, indulgent with fatigue and liquor. "But you know that."
He laughed softly.
"You know I don't care."
Lasha opened his eyes to half mast.
"Maybe I am just like my father," he said, softly. "I don't care anymore."
He reached out, curving a hand over the disturbing solidity of Oleksei's hulking bicep. It was inked as intricately as a map.
"I shouldn't drink so much," he murmured. "I never used to..."
He trailed off, then pulled closer, pressing against Taras's reassuring brawn. He was ridiculously burly, somehow different than the broad grace of Andrei. He was beast-like, bullish, proletariat in every way.
His dangerous presence was reassuring to Ilarion, Oleksei's body like warm-blooded stone against him.
Uncertain stone, now, to his vague amusement, as he felt Taras's chest and arms go rigid and taut.
"Captain," he drawled. "I order you to stay."