The request caught him entirely off guard, it was the last thing he expected and the Fury was compelled to ask why Volgin had taken sudden interest in his eyes. In the back of his mind, he questioned if it had something to do with removing Krauss’ from their sockets, but the Colonel was smiling in the most genuine of ways.
Something tickled his fancy, and that was even more dangerous than having him livid.
“It is purely psychological, you know.” The cosmonaut spoke, hesitating. It would have been a proper request for one of the other Cobras to make, but it was all too peculiar coming from Volgin. “If an enemy cannot read your emotions, see your eyes and know that you are human… all the better.”
Finally he relented, pulling the heavy equipment from his shoulders, wincing at the sudden flood of harsh fluorescent lighting that assaulted his senses. Blinking a few times, he looked up at the Colonel with dark brown eyes, intense and feral, as though expecting something; still, unsure what to expect.
The silence was uneasy. Somewhere, a cricket sang.
The Fury gestured to the deep burn scars that crossed his forehead and descended into his respirator; only a hint at what lay hidden beneath the heavy equipment and black flight suit. “We are more alike than I care to admit," he said finally, "you and I, we could make a fabulous friendship out of hating one another.”
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Date: 2006-11-24 06:19 pm (UTC)Something tickled his fancy, and that was even more dangerous than having him livid.
“It is purely psychological, you know.” The cosmonaut spoke, hesitating. It would have been a proper request for one of the other Cobras to make, but it was all too peculiar coming from Volgin. “If an enemy cannot read your emotions, see your eyes and know that you are human… all the better.”
Finally he relented, pulling the heavy equipment from his shoulders, wincing at the sudden flood of harsh fluorescent lighting that assaulted his senses. Blinking a few times, he looked up at the Colonel with dark brown eyes, intense and feral, as though expecting something; still, unsure what to expect.
The silence was uneasy. Somewhere, a cricket sang.
The Fury gestured to the deep burn scars that crossed his forehead and descended into his respirator; only a hint at what lay hidden beneath the heavy equipment and black flight suit. “We are more alike than I care to admit," he said finally, "you and I, we could make a fabulous friendship out of hating one another.”