It was nice to hear someone had an idea, someone other than him for a change.
He began to remember what he loved about Yevgeny, apart from the Greek passion and unnatural acts of affection.
Volgin had and felt autonomy and authority in his will, which was liberating, no matter where on a scale of morality those choices fell. All he'd had to give to Zhenya was utter devotion and occasional insight- he led his own campaign and had his own mind.
It made Lynx feel less like Atlas.
"Tell me," he said, reaching for Volgin's hand and capturing it in his own.
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Date: 2007-08-21 03:12 am (UTC)"An idea?" he said softly.
It was nice to hear someone had an idea, someone other than him for a change.
He began to remember what he loved about Yevgeny, apart from the Greek passion and unnatural acts of affection.
Volgin had and felt autonomy and authority in his will, which was liberating, no matter where on a scale of morality those choices fell. All he'd had to give to Zhenya was utter devotion and occasional insight- he led his own campaign and had his own mind.
It made Lynx feel less like Atlas.
"Tell me," he said, reaching for Volgin's hand and capturing it in his own.
He let his lips brush across the stricken palm.
"...You know I never wanted to leave."