He could not bring himself to speak for a few seconds, but there was no avoiding it, really. He didn't considering himself to be overly superstitious, but just the same, there were topics he didn't want to linger over, either.
His own death was one of those. It was more disturbing to think about that than to think about than the ghost of Isaeva visiting Lasha's sickbed.
Taras frowned heavily, temporarily at a loss, feeling a touch of cold air across his bare shoulders.
"I would come back."
He whispered it, with a softly vehement conviction.
"I would come back to watch over you, Lasha. I would be there in your office with you, in the car, back at your apartment. I would watch you, to make sure nothing happened. To make sure you were safe."
Taras looked up suddenly, mismatched eyes intense, blazing with resolve.
"Even if you never knew I was there," he said, almost hoarsely. "It wouldn't matter."
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Date: 2009-09-08 11:30 pm (UTC)He could not bring himself to speak for a few seconds, but there was no avoiding it, really. He didn't considering himself to be overly superstitious, but just the same, there were topics he didn't want to linger over, either.
His own death was one of those. It was more disturbing to think about that than to think about than the ghost of Isaeva visiting Lasha's sickbed.
Taras frowned heavily, temporarily at a loss, feeling a touch of cold air across his bare shoulders.
"I would come back."
He whispered it, with a softly vehement conviction.
"I would come back to watch over you, Lasha. I would be there in your office with you, in the car, back at your apartment. I would watch you, to make sure nothing happened. To make sure you were safe."
Taras looked up suddenly, mismatched eyes intense, blazing with resolve.
"Even if you never knew I was there," he said, almost hoarsely. "It wouldn't matter."