No one could be more so, at least to glance at his past, and read his transcript. Aside from a few manful indiscretions, of a sort wholly expected among hotblooded young men.
But Irinarhov saw into all that with the unerring and infallible eye of the longtime observer.
Like Ilya, a student of human nature. But whereas Imanov had been tutored in forms and theory, Irinarhov came from a practical standpoint.
Both, he thought, instinctively knew his psychological inheritance. He found that compelling on several levels beyond mere curiosity.
"You're not wrong."
"Like most men, I can be predatory. Espeecially when presented with a golubaya mecha. Maybe even more so than most," he added, mildly, looking down at his jackboots, noting their mirrored shine.
Avoiding the Captain's unexpectedly heated gaze.
Golubaya mechta. "The Blue Dream". It was blunt, but also ambiguous, holding multiple connotations in reserve. Aside from referring to a life's ambition, it also meant 'the most desired one'. And of course, the vague reference to blue, which he chose not to dwell upon at that moment, but that he felt certain Irrinarhov would not gloss over so lightly.
He broke an absent smile, gaze still focused downward, arms crossed indolently.
"I'm a different kind of predator," he said. "A kinder, gentler predator, if you prefer. Or...if you don't prefer.." Andrei trailed off, shrugging one shoulder demonstratively. "I can be that, too."
He paused, pushed his hair out of his eyes.
"But you're a predator of sorts yourself, Irinarhov, are you not? Mercilessly seeking and seizing the parts of life that interest you from high above it all, and leaving the rest untouched by your influence." Andrei paused, nodding solemnly. "A raptor, that's what you are. Watching for signs of life in a static field."
Andrei felt his blood tick anf pulse withtoward his heart, readying him for attack, or action, but he stayed where he was, lifting his eyes.
"Although...you really didn't answer my implied question. I didn't ask you if you were looking at me, Kassian Dmitrivich. I wasn't skullfucked blind in the womb, you know."
Any answer the Captain give him was probably the booze talking, but it couldn't hurt to plant a seed.
"I asked if what you saw today was pleasing." He smiled obscurely. "To your raptor eyes."
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Date: 2006-09-18 05:12 pm (UTC)Civilized. An interesting choice of words.
No one could be more so, at least to glance at his past, and read his transcript. Aside from a few manful indiscretions, of a sort wholly expected among hotblooded young men.
But Irinarhov saw into all that with the unerring and infallible eye of the longtime observer.
Like Ilya, a student of human nature. But whereas Imanov had been tutored in forms and theory, Irinarhov came from a practical standpoint.
Both, he thought, instinctively knew his psychological inheritance. He found that compelling on several levels beyond mere curiosity.
"You're not wrong."
"Like most men, I can be predatory. Espeecially when presented with a golubaya mecha. Maybe even more so than most," he added, mildly, looking down at his jackboots, noting their mirrored shine.
Avoiding the Captain's unexpectedly heated gaze.
Golubaya mechta. "The Blue Dream". It was blunt, but also ambiguous, holding multiple connotations in reserve. Aside from referring to a life's ambition, it also meant 'the most desired one'. And of course, the vague reference to blue, which he chose not to dwell upon at that moment, but that he felt certain Irrinarhov would not gloss over so lightly.
He broke an absent smile, gaze still focused downward, arms crossed indolently.
"I'm a different kind of predator," he said. "A kinder, gentler predator, if you prefer. Or...if you don't prefer.." Andrei trailed off, shrugging one shoulder demonstratively. "I can be that, too."
He paused, pushed his hair out of his eyes.
"But you're a predator of sorts yourself, Irinarhov, are you not? Mercilessly seeking and seizing the parts of life that interest you from high above it all, and leaving the rest untouched by your influence." Andrei paused, nodding solemnly. "A raptor, that's what you are. Watching for signs of life in a static field."
Andrei felt his blood tick anf pulse withtoward his heart, readying him for attack, or action, but he stayed where he was, lifting his eyes.
"Although...you really didn't answer my implied question. I didn't ask you if you were looking at me, Kassian Dmitrivich. I wasn't skullfucked blind in the womb, you know."
Any answer the Captain give him was probably the booze talking, but it couldn't hurt to plant a seed.
"I asked if what you saw today was pleasing." He smiled obscurely. "To your raptor eyes."