10-09-2018, 01:29 AM
Vitya Lih was finding himself adjusting well to Dorian. He allowed himself the pleasure of anticipation in Dorian’s actions.
First off, Dorian didn’t lecture him. Or use his name like he’s Lih’s friend. More importantly, he didn’t pity Lih. Yay sauce!
Dorian and Lih--they didn’t have to like each other to make this work. A level of understanding and honesty between them was enough. Privately, Lih envied Dorian because he had a strength Lih lacked. As for his field posting… well, it was good to have an experienced officer on the line.
Clearly, to Lih, Dorian was under some pressure to dig his new-founded command out of a deep, dark hole.
Customarily, men broke easier when the going’s hard, and it certainly was hard here. Didn’t help Lih was fresh and inexperienced. Untried, innocent, naive. His first real combat was against men lousy with genetic corruption. The best blows of the conflict came from Lih and he couldn’t even claim it honorably, since two men died. Bastards.
Dorian taking him out was damn convenient; he didn’t feel up for more company today. He was weak as piss.
Lih more or less hid out behind Dorian throughout their walk and looked only at his feet, and the cobblestones below them.
He hadn’t really been in this position before, you know, and his calm, practical self was unused to flexing these muscles...
The air was sultry and unseasonable, and at the passenger side of Dorian’s car, Lih was sweating freely into his black fatigues. The discomfort was made worse by his mind racing, frantic but empty. He couldn’t form a coherent thought. He simply listened to Mendelssohn’s overture; his face pinched and alarmingly pale.
But his “blah” feeling was short-lived.
Lih took Dorian’s call-out with grace, that is to say, he recovered from his initial shock of being warned, managed to pull his tongue back into his mouth and glared tremendously. He was fairly certain he was in the right here; that feeling of dread he normally experienced when getting into trouble.
“Wait,” he blurted, “is that a real possibility? Something's going to sneaky-attack me from behind?”
It wasn’t a nice feeling to know your senior officer was taking-you-out, figuratively speaking.
Blinded? Stunned? Brr. Talk about concerning!
Lih
First off, Dorian didn’t lecture him. Or use his name like he’s Lih’s friend. More importantly, he didn’t pity Lih. Yay sauce!
Dorian and Lih--they didn’t have to like each other to make this work. A level of understanding and honesty between them was enough. Privately, Lih envied Dorian because he had a strength Lih lacked. As for his field posting… well, it was good to have an experienced officer on the line.
Clearly, to Lih, Dorian was under some pressure to dig his new-founded command out of a deep, dark hole.
Customarily, men broke easier when the going’s hard, and it certainly was hard here. Didn’t help Lih was fresh and inexperienced. Untried, innocent, naive. His first real combat was against men lousy with genetic corruption. The best blows of the conflict came from Lih and he couldn’t even claim it honorably, since two men died. Bastards.
Dorian taking him out was damn convenient; he didn’t feel up for more company today. He was weak as piss.
Lih more or less hid out behind Dorian throughout their walk and looked only at his feet, and the cobblestones below them.
He hadn’t really been in this position before, you know, and his calm, practical self was unused to flexing these muscles...
The air was sultry and unseasonable, and at the passenger side of Dorian’s car, Lih was sweating freely into his black fatigues. The discomfort was made worse by his mind racing, frantic but empty. He couldn’t form a coherent thought. He simply listened to Mendelssohn’s overture; his face pinched and alarmingly pale.
But his “blah” feeling was short-lived.
Lih took Dorian’s call-out with grace, that is to say, he recovered from his initial shock of being warned, managed to pull his tongue back into his mouth and glared tremendously. He was fairly certain he was in the right here; that feeling of dread he normally experienced when getting into trouble.
“Wait,” he blurted, “is that a real possibility? Something's going to sneaky-attack me from behind?”
It wasn’t a nice feeling to know your senior officer was taking-you-out, figuratively speaking.
Blinded? Stunned? Brr. Talk about concerning!
Lih
Viktor Lih
Officer of CCDPD
Officer of CCDPD