"Anya," Nika said, with quiet incredulity. He was startled out of his trance and turned his head, slowly.
It was Anya, eyes pleading, hand on his forearm, very pretty in the swing coat...
Seeing her made his heart warm unexpectedly, and he could feel himself wanting to relent.
But something else made him harden inside, the realization that Lasha and his criminal sidekick had brought her with them, to this terrible outpost, like a valise of cognac or a musical instrument.
An accessory, not necessary, but arbitrary.
Liadov turned back to Ilarion, regripping his coat.
"What is she doing here?" he demanded in a low voice. "Is this how you treat the things I left you?"
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Date: 2009-01-05 11:02 pm (UTC)It was Anya, eyes pleading, hand on his forearm, very pretty in the swing coat...
Seeing her made his heart warm unexpectedly, and he could feel himself wanting to relent.
But something else made him harden inside, the realization that Lasha and his criminal sidekick had brought her with them, to this terrible outpost, like a valise of cognac or a musical instrument.
An accessory, not necessary, but arbitrary.
Liadov turned back to Ilarion, regripping his coat.
"What is she doing here?" he demanded in a low voice. "Is this how you treat the things I left you?"