It was an odd concept, though he was struck by the offer.
His eyes searched Isaev's. He saw a new wariness in them that wasn't there before. A caution. Isaev was wondering how far he'd go. What he was capable of, maybe.
Kassian didn't fully know where his aggression had come from. Leftover things, talk of the past. Misplaced anger, perhaps.
Or maybe it was the implicit invitation in Isaev's words. The way he'd goaded Kassian.
It was as if he'd asked to see it. Like he'd given his permission.
Kassian's brows creased.
But perhaps...
...perhaps he'd gone too far. Acted too aggressively.
It had been somehow too easy.
But at the same time, he didn't feel he'd wronged Isaev. He didn't feel the need to apologize. It was just that there was something else between them now, some factor he couldn't calculate.
A sudden shift in the breeze that caused the shot to hit off center.
He drew in another breath, and then let it out. His heartbeat steadied.
Kassian still didn't know what this was between them - and it didn't help that it seemed to keep changing - but he found it compelling.
"Just...come here. I won't hurt you," he said, softly, though his gaze went to the bloodied mark on Isaev's lip. Evidence, he thought, that his words could be no more than lies.
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Date: 2006-12-08 09:58 pm (UTC)It was an odd concept, though he was struck by the offer.
His eyes searched Isaev's. He saw a new wariness in them that wasn't there before. A caution. Isaev was wondering how far he'd go. What he was capable of, maybe.
Kassian didn't fully know where his aggression had come from. Leftover things, talk of the past. Misplaced anger, perhaps.
Or maybe it was the implicit invitation in Isaev's words. The way he'd goaded Kassian.
It was as if he'd asked to see it. Like he'd given his permission.
Kassian's brows creased.
But perhaps...
...perhaps he'd gone too far. Acted too aggressively.
It had been somehow too easy.
But at the same time, he didn't feel he'd wronged Isaev. He didn't feel the need to apologize. It was just that there was something else between them now, some factor he couldn't calculate.
A sudden shift in the breeze that caused the shot to hit off center.
He drew in another breath, and then let it out. His heartbeat steadied.
Kassian still didn't know what this was between them - and it didn't help that it seemed to keep changing - but he found it compelling.
"Just...come here. I won't hurt you," he said, softly, though his gaze went to the bloodied mark on Isaev's lip. Evidence, he thought, that his words could be no more than lies.
He wondered he'd violated the trust between them.
"I won't," he repeated, even more quietly.