His voice was sharp with ice, a tone it acquired by innate reflex, not design.
"You come into this house of mourning. You disrespect me with physical gestures. Now you want to rip the last remnant of my love out of my arms?"
Something visceral kicked in and his hand shot toward the holster at his side.
A moment later outrage flooded his classical features.
"Where the fuck is my pistol?" he demanded, more of the universe than Oleksei.
Weary as he was, he had trouble conceiving of this non sequitur. He struggled to compartmentalize what had happened as his hand snatched empty air instead of the cool textured grip he anticipated.
Absolute expectations foiled. Reality in turmoil.
He uttered a low, loud, furious cry of rage and frustration, starkly at odds with his civilized facade. In it was palpable anguish.
His breath came heavily, ripping from his lips for a moment, eyes wild.
Then his head snapped up.
Aleksandr's gaze seized on Cheslav Oleksei, freezing enough to burn.
"Do what you came to do, or get the fuck out. And if you fuck me over, Cheslav, I'll make sure you bleed out in the gutter, just like one of your beasts."
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Date: 2010-02-24 12:17 pm (UTC)"What is this?" he snarled.
His voice was sharp with ice, a tone it acquired by innate reflex, not design.
"You come into this house of mourning. You disrespect me with physical gestures. Now you want to rip the last remnant of my love out of my arms?"
Something visceral kicked in and his hand shot toward the holster at his side.
A moment later outrage flooded his classical features.
"Where the fuck is my pistol?" he demanded, more of the universe than Oleksei.
Weary as he was, he had trouble conceiving of this non sequitur. He struggled to compartmentalize what had happened as his hand snatched empty air instead of the cool textured grip he anticipated.
Absolute expectations foiled. Reality in turmoil.
He uttered a low, loud, furious cry of rage and frustration, starkly at odds with his civilized facade. In it was palpable anguish.
His breath came heavily, ripping from his lips for a moment, eyes wild.
Then his head snapped up.
Aleksandr's gaze seized on Cheslav Oleksei, freezing enough to burn.
"Do what you came to do, or get the fuck out. And if you fuck me over, Cheslav, I'll make sure you bleed out in the gutter, just like one of your beasts."