location: the upperdeck. time: before the rescue mission departs. with: @ofvoron
pasha voronin had always been a honey-dipped man --- one hand sinking into the sickly sweet and one hand gripped behind his back, holding onto something sharp. ( what was the point of all the honey, if not to secure his own future? teo had been the sharp thing for men like him too many times not to understand. ) as soon as teo saw pasha standing there, staring to distance like he had finally accepted he was a man haunted too, all of the terror felt at the missing, all the confusion that came after, channeled itself toward the ambassador.
teo did not rush the man. there was no sign on him that anything was amidst at all, besides the tiniest quake to his hands and the deepest blackness to his eyes. he walked near to the other and placed one hand on pasha’s shoulder in a gesture that might have been mistaken for camaraderie if not for how tightly he gripped.
“did you know?” hushed words, nothing more. even the voice was a thing soft, a thing between only them.
