Re: [The piano bar: Misha & Lucifer.]
Misha, he wasn't trying to unlock the man 'cross from him. Like any teen meeting a sire just now and for the first time, he was curious. He was looking for similarities, sure, but he was also looking to see if the man 'cross from him fit into the boxes he'd created over years of wondering. He remembered all his momma's stories, and he was matching them up too, trying to find where she'd been telling truth in the madness that came when she lost her Grace. He had anger, too, did Misha, but just now it was fixed upward.
And, odd as it was, Misha found himself real willing to talk. Could be that this was the first time he'd had someone in front of him that was part of his story 'fore Repose. 'Fore Damian came 'long and became, by and large, Misha's entire world. This man 'cross from him, he was there 'fore it all started, and Misha worried his chapped lips just a second 'fore reaching for his soda and taking a real long and fortifying swallow.
The sound of wings rustling filled the room brief, and some folks 'round them looked 'round, curious and just able to hear it like some whisper in their ears. "He was part of a pedophile ring in Kentucky" he said of his foster daddy, back straightening some 'gainst the back of the chair. "They fostered children," he added, pale blue eyes refusing to cast themselves down any, so he kept on regarding the man 'cross the table without looking off. "I know it sounds real awful, but he did love me," he added, stubborn, and he would always defend that man, and he wasn't even sure why any. "I tried to kill myself after momma, and I failed, and they took me to a hospital and it come out what he done. They arrested him, but he never did make it to trial."