Taras glanced to the side without moving his head, eyeing Ilarion sidelong. Lasha's eyes were closed, his expression relaxed. Taras could feel the warm, regular brush of Lasha's breath against his skin.
He thought again of the night of the Winter Ball, and what he had done after Ilarion passed out.
He grimaced.
Taras found himself wondering if Ilarion would remember any of this in the morning.
He knew he would, himself, though. He wasn't nearly as drunk as he should have been.
After a few moments, he frowned suddenly, and glanced at Lasha again.
"What about Barshai?" he whispered.
Lasha did not stir.
Taras let out a quiet breath, closing his eyes.
It would be a while before he fell asleep, he knew.
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Date: 2008-10-09 10:55 pm (UTC)Taras glanced to the side without moving his head, eyeing Ilarion sidelong. Lasha's eyes were closed, his expression relaxed. Taras could feel the warm, regular brush of Lasha's breath against his skin.
He thought again of the night of the Winter Ball, and what he had done after Ilarion passed out.
He grimaced.
Taras found himself wondering if Ilarion would remember any of this in the morning.
He knew he would, himself, though. He wasn't nearly as drunk as he should have been.
After a few moments, he frowned suddenly, and glanced at Lasha again.
"What about Barshai?" he whispered.
Lasha did not stir.
Taras let out a quiet breath, closing his eyes.
It would be a while before he fell asleep, he knew.