"It's not," Taras said, quietly, with a low edge. "That's the problem. It's not."
Barshai spoke with quiet conviction, but in this case, Taras knew he was wrong. Not from any particular assumption or miscalculation. Barshai was too smart for that. Just from lack of information.
It occurred to Taras that Isaev had always been like that, keeping people who were close to him confined to different parts of his life. That was how Taras had never known about Liadov, and why he had only met Andrusha once, and even that was not official. Somehow Lasha managed to balance it all without any effort. He was something different to all of his familiars, yet he was always still Lasha.
Taras grunted, in the negative.
"...it's not the kind of thing that can be over. They're still angry, da. You should have seen them in the mess hall this morning. It looked like they were going to hit each other. Fight."
Or fuck, Taras thought, scowling, but even as he thought it, his own response was immediate and visceral, centered in his loins.
He could feel his cock hardening, in response to his emotion. He reached down to touch it.
"But Liadov's going back to him, eventually. There's no question. And both of them know it."
Taras inhaled, his breath a little harsher, rougher and more aggressive.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2009-02-27 10:59 pm (UTC)Barshai spoke with quiet conviction, but in this case, Taras knew he was wrong. Not from any particular assumption or miscalculation. Barshai was too smart for that. Just from lack of information.
It occurred to Taras that Isaev had always been like that, keeping people who were close to him confined to different parts of his life. That was how Taras had never known about Liadov, and why he had only met Andrusha once, and even that was not official. Somehow Lasha managed to balance it all without any effort. He was something different to all of his familiars, yet he was always still Lasha.
Taras grunted, in the negative.
"...it's not the kind of thing that can be over. They're still angry, da. You should have seen them in the mess hall this morning. It looked like they were going to hit each other. Fight."
Or fuck, Taras thought, scowling, but even as he thought it, his own response was immediate and visceral, centered in his loins.
He could feel his cock hardening, in response to his emotion. He reached down to touch it.
"But Liadov's going back to him, eventually. There's no question. And both of them know it."
Taras inhaled, his breath a little harsher, rougher and more aggressive.
"Does that bother you?"