It seemed that Isaev did not remember saying anything about his mother, which was good. It struck Taras as funny that now, the other part of the conversation seemed not as bad in comparison.
"Da," he said, but he still could not meet Isaev's eyes as he said it.
He was quiet for a few seconds.
Taras knew he liked to look at Lasha. He thought Lasha was his favorite person to look at, for a lot of reasons.
He looked back at Ilarion, letting his eyes run over his smooth chest to the lightly rippled muscle of his stomach.
"I like seeing you naked," he said in a low voice, his words rushed together. "You're put together nice."
Taras pressed his lips together, and stood there for a moment.
He had the feeling he should not say such things, but he had gone and said them anyway.
"Like art. You look like art, Lasha. I like that."
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Date: 2009-08-09 09:18 am (UTC)It seemed that Isaev did not remember saying anything about his mother, which was good. It struck Taras as funny that now, the other part of the conversation seemed not as bad in comparison.
"Da," he said, but he still could not meet Isaev's eyes as he said it.
He was quiet for a few seconds.
Taras knew he liked to look at Lasha. He thought Lasha was his favorite person to look at, for a lot of reasons.
He looked back at Ilarion, letting his eyes run over his smooth chest to the lightly rippled muscle of his stomach.
"I like seeing you naked," he said in a low voice, his words rushed together. "You're put together nice."
Taras pressed his lips together, and stood there for a moment.
He had the feeling he should not say such things, but he had gone and said them anyway.
"Like art. You look like art, Lasha. I like that."