He took in a slow, even breath, feeling the solidity and warmth of Liadov's body against his, the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the dampness of his loins. Taras let his hand drop and rest lightly against Liadov's shoulder.
Taras held Liadov's gaze. His eyes were green with a touch of grey, like some living, verdant thing trapped under frost. Kind of a nice color as those things went, he supposed.
"He wants you back. But he doesn't want you to...resent him."
He paused.
"More than you already do," he clarified.
Taras grimaced fleetingly, then shook his head.
"He told me he's going to talk to Aleksandr, and ask him to rescind the order."
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"...it matters to you right now."
He took in a slow, even breath, feeling the solidity and warmth of Liadov's body against his, the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the dampness of his loins. Taras let his hand drop and rest lightly against Liadov's shoulder.
Taras held Liadov's gaze. His eyes were green with a touch of grey, like some living, verdant thing trapped under frost. Kind of a nice color as those things went, he supposed.
"He wants you back. But he doesn't want you to...resent him."
He paused.
"More than you already do," he clarified.
Taras grimaced fleetingly, then shook his head.
"He told me he's going to talk to Aleksandr, and ask him to rescind the order."