He caught sight of the crimson scarf, and reached for it, plucking it from the smothering table and pulling it out like a snake. The relief of holding it again was an absent afterthought, as the Fury's words made him contemplative.
"That's...a very good question, isn't it?"
Andrei paused, then smiled bemusedly.
"I don't rightly know. I shouldn't trust you, by apocryphal accounts, of course..." he glanced up, regarding the cosmonaut carefully. "And yet...I feel you've given me no reason not to. After all, you're not one to gild the lily, comrade. Even when you plan to stomp on it."
He ran the scarf through his hands. Ilya's scarf. It felt good. The wool was soft and carded.
"I suppose I could still fear you, even if I trusted you...but the thing is- it seems contraindicated. I like you, comrade. You aren't a shell."
It was honestly said.
The Fury was not pretending to be anything, and had never been anything but civil to him.
"Why, even your death threats are unfailingly polite," said Andrei with a grin. "And I suppose I came because I was welcome."
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Date: 2006-11-05 11:22 am (UTC)He caught sight of the crimson scarf, and reached for it, plucking it from the smothering table and pulling it out like a snake. The relief of holding it again was an absent afterthought, as the Fury's words made him contemplative.
"That's...a very good question, isn't it?"
Andrei paused, then smiled bemusedly.
"I don't rightly know. I shouldn't trust you, by apocryphal accounts, of course..." he glanced up, regarding the cosmonaut carefully. "And yet...I feel you've given me no reason not to. After all, you're not one to gild the lily, comrade. Even when you plan to stomp on it."
He ran the scarf through his hands. Ilya's scarf. It felt good. The wool was soft and carded.
"I suppose I could still fear you, even if I trusted you...but the thing is- it seems contraindicated. I like you, comrade. You aren't a shell."
It was honestly said.
The Fury was not pretending to be anything, and had never been anything but civil to him.
"Why, even your death threats are unfailingly polite," said Andrei with a grin. "And I suppose I came because I was welcome."
He lifted an eyebrow.
"Aren't I?"