That voice. He could picture how Anatoly looked; his curls all astray and sun-kissed, his cheeks dark with stubble. But Lex would not look. The plan forged in darkness could very well fall apart in the light of day and Lex couldn't afford to let it.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" He said, trying to imitate the voice from the film, flat and cold, but just unable too. It deeply scared him at how empty it had been and he couldn't imagine what could have happened to make it that way.
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Date: Jan. 18th, 2010 03:49 am (UTC)"What does it look like I'm doing?" He said, trying to imitate the voice from the film, flat and cold, but just unable too. It deeply scared him at how empty it had been and he couldn't imagine what could have happened to make it that way.