His tapered hand found Oleksei's heavy jaw and tipped it up with rough gentlesse, caressing the stubbled, angular contour with his fingers.
Taras met his gaze with unflinching steadyness, bi-colored eyes ominously disparate, and Nika marveled at their oddity. Both managed to be somehow utterly cryptic in sentiment, yet intent upon purpose. Both were somehow clear and clouded at the same time.
He was close enough to kiss.
Liadov's voice lowered, sueding, unwittingly gaining MVD menace and gravitasse.
"You mean, would I override Isaev's obviously favoritistic appointment and send you back to your friends in the underworld?"
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His tapered hand found Oleksei's heavy jaw and tipped it up with rough gentlesse, caressing the stubbled, angular contour with his fingers.
Taras met his gaze with unflinching steadyness, bi-colored eyes ominously disparate, and Nika marveled at their oddity. Both managed to be somehow utterly cryptic in sentiment, yet intent upon purpose. Both were somehow clear and clouded at the same time.
He was close enough to kiss.
Liadov's voice lowered, sueding, unwittingly gaining MVD menace and gravitasse.
"You mean, would I override Isaev's obviously favoritistic appointment and send you back to your friends in the underworld?"