Aryol came to a halt where the MVD officer checked him, immediately, and without question.
That was what a partner did.
He stood vigilant, though, watching the events unfold with a dark and piercing gaze, watching the murderer with the distant regard of a raptor.
Aryol showed no reaction - not to the killer's taunts, nor the MVD officer's actions, shocking as they might be.
It was his game now. He called his own shots, Aryol could see.
Nika, the killer named him.
He looked like a Nika, didn't he, with the long hair that fell boyishly across his brow, and the sleepy, genial gaze. But Aryol knew that the heart that beat under that chest was wild and wanton, though made of iron. Willful, and manful, even as he got on his knees in apparent capitulation.
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Date: 2007-10-10 07:14 am (UTC)That was what a partner did.
He stood vigilant, though, watching the events unfold with a dark and piercing gaze, watching the murderer with the distant regard of a raptor.
Aryol showed no reaction - not to the killer's taunts, nor the MVD officer's actions, shocking as they might be.
It was his game now. He called his own shots, Aryol could see.
Nika, the killer named him.
He looked like a Nika, didn't he, with the long hair that fell boyishly across his brow, and the sleepy, genial gaze. But Aryol knew that the heart that beat under that chest was wild and wanton, though made of iron. Willful, and manful, even as he got on his knees in apparent capitulation.
But this was no surrender.
Far from it, Aryol thought.