Re: [Gala, Capital: Burden & Damian]
Burden was speaking between the lines, and that was true enough. Even his blatant declarations, they were hidden some in the cotton of his duty. He wasn't meant to make any declarations at all, truth be told, but the words just wouldn't stay put inside his mouth, and so he said some, and all while hoping that some was quiet and discreet and the sort of thing the church wouldn't go frowning on too hard. And he wasn't real sure why he cared what the church thought, seeing as they'd cast him out and left him with nothing but busking in Tennessee. But Father Amos, he still loved Mother Church plenty well, even if he worked outside the boundaries of the diocese real often. It was more a case of believing in the church, but questioning some doctrine, and Burden reckoned he should walk the same line his mentor did.
And none of that really led them there, to Damian asking about whether he, Burden, was talking about sexual involvement. But here they were, and Damian was talking about reversed positions and being fussed, and Burden smiled over at the other boy. It was real dangerous, being pleased to hear that confession, but Burden was real glad of it. He didn't say so, but could be the pleasure was akin to flashing neon on pale-pixie features. "I would be fussed, but it shouldn't hinder you," he amended willingly, reckoning the car up ahead with the driver belonged the wealthy boy at his side.
They stopped, and the night was lit pretty by the street light. Damian's dark skin, it went cold in places, and Burden stared inappropriately just a little spell. "If I could, I would kiss you," he agreed, on account of he'd already said a whole lot he wasn't meant to say this evening. "You go on and get in your car." His grin, it was a smug thing, turning slow and sweet and syrupy in a dangerous way. "So I can be real sure you ain't going back to find Ben, least not when I know it's occurring."