Re: In-person: Damian/Burden
It was strange, yes. Like a manner of diplopia. Two lives superimposed upon one another, with no image clearer than the other. There were memories he had never had, moments he had never experienced, yet he felt he had. He had found Burden familiar and comfortable (enough) from the start. He had felt drawn to him. These could perhaps be blamed on a past he did not recall. However, this began one down the road of query of cause, of perpetrator.
Though Damian's mind was not alighting upon these thoughts at present. Burden did not appeared stung by Damian's comment. Instead, he was speaking with a smugness, and Damian narrowed his eyes at the boy. He paused in his walking and he waited for Burden to halt. If he did this, then Damian pinched the heat out of the butt of the filched cigarette. He placed this in his pocket. He brushed invisible dust from his chest. Then he looked at Burden. He took a breath. He felt nothing, he felt nothing, he felt nothing. The boy was stupid and smug. He was very pretty. If he was able, Damian stepped in well beyond a social nearness and, again, if able, he kissed Burden, assuming he was not immediately pushed aside.