The night was young and crisp, and distant voices echoed.
Mist rose in the air with every word the MVD officer hissed.
His anger was a palpable thing, sharp and tense like a blade, focused on the man he called murderer.
Aryol did not question - not the situation, not the danger, not the man he'd taken for a lover. He acted, and moved to join the MVD officer at his side, unthinking and instinctual.
The passage between the tanks was narrow, but wide enough for two abreast.
He stepped forward with careful paces, utterly focused, judging distance, and the particular angle that the murderer held his Kalashnikov.
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Date: 2007-10-09 10:29 pm (UTC)The night was young and crisp, and distant voices echoed.
Mist rose in the air with every word the MVD officer hissed.
His anger was a palpable thing, sharp and tense like a blade, focused on the man he called murderer.
Aryol did not question - not the situation, not the danger, not the man he'd taken for a lover. He acted, and moved to join the MVD officer at his side, unthinking and instinctual.
The passage between the tanks was narrow, but wide enough for two abreast.
He stepped forward with careful paces, utterly focused, judging distance, and the particular angle that the murderer held his Kalashnikov.