Aleksandr allowed himself to be drawn in, bonelessly, finding himself against the solid warm wall of Cheslav's thick chest.
It was wet in the shower, but not at all cold. The heat of the spray filled the room with silky white steam. It cleared his breathing, cleared his senses, but clouded boundaries. Allowed concessions.
He had heard the sudden choke of emotion in Cheslav's voice, read it in his body language. He had not been the only one with intimate ties to Avdotia, no matter how unstated or tacitly denied they might be.
He did not protest the impulsive embrace. Such things were as they should be.
He fell silent, eyes closing, features crumpling briefly again, even as he knew he had no more water in his body to give to tears.
He pressed his brow against Cheslav's, hard, grasping him by the lapels, fingering them weakly in his grief.
Cheslav's arm was crushing around his shoulders. He was glad for the solid resistance of the other man's body. It gave him something to collide with, and be restrained by.
His shoulders shook, and Oleksei gripped him harder, immobilizing him.
Aleksandr's body eased into stillness slowly, like a man being slowly and mercifully smothered.
Water sprayed relentlessly around them, as their clothes became drenched. Strange to be warm in wet clothing.
"You loved her too," he whispered, the timbre of his voice shuddery and low. "You came because of her."
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Date: 2010-03-01 02:04 am (UTC)It was wet in the shower, but not at all cold. The heat of the spray filled the room with silky white steam. It cleared his breathing, cleared his senses, but clouded boundaries. Allowed concessions.
He had heard the sudden choke of emotion in Cheslav's voice, read it in his body language. He had not been the only one with intimate ties to Avdotia, no matter how unstated or tacitly denied they might be.
He did not protest the impulsive embrace. Such things were as they should be.
He fell silent, eyes closing, features crumpling briefly again, even as he knew he had no more water in his body to give to tears.
He pressed his brow against Cheslav's, hard, grasping him by the lapels, fingering them weakly in his grief.
Cheslav's arm was crushing around his shoulders. He was glad for the solid resistance of the other man's body. It gave him something to collide with, and be restrained by.
His shoulders shook, and Oleksei gripped him harder, immobilizing him.
Aleksandr's body eased into stillness slowly, like a man being slowly and mercifully smothered.
Water sprayed relentlessly around them, as their clothes became drenched. Strange to be warm in wet clothing.
"You loved her too," he whispered, the timbre of his voice shuddery and low. "You came because of her."