Burden knows that in life, one must (tithe) wrote in repose,
Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
[Misha slid one hand on down Damian's back as the boy pressed onto toes and in closer. He wasn't thinking 'bout all the reasons why he shouldn't do this, shouldn't do that, and it wasn't like the night 'fore when Damian was high as could be with eyes all pinpoint and an ocean of green looking back. So, since there wasn't a whole lot of thinking happening at the moment, he just slid his hand down more, cupping Damian's ass and using both hands to hold the boy closer as Damian pressed nose to throat. It wasn't sexual any, not really. It was just wanting Damian close as could be and, when Damian took to crying, Misha rained kissed on his cheek as best as he could.] It's okay. It's okay. It's okay, Ahuvi. [He just kept repeating the litany real soothing as chapped lips pressed innocent kisses to salty skin.
He did let the boy go some when Damian talked.] Ain't a thing going to change anything. [And that was true. Misha, he already knew how Damian's addiction was. He wasn't that boy of six months ago that hadn't understood any. He understood now, and it was a sad lesson, but it was a lesson learned and he could help Damian better now he knew, he reckoned. But it also meant he couldn't keep telling himself Damian's addiction wasn't like other folks' addictions. He'd believed that for a good long while, but he couldn't believe it anymore, and he reckoned that was the type of thing Damian was worried would change some. But, Misha, he already knew, and so nothing could change what he already knew.] I already know how the Morphine is for you, Sweetheart. You walked in here with Heroin today. [He said that real soft, letting it settle and cupping Damian's cheeks again, and this wasn't the boy from a year ago that had a real logical system in place for dosage. That had lulled Misha real hard into thinking this was something different.] I know, and I don't feel no different, and I don't love you no less. And I could never hate you. Not never.
[He sat himself on the bed, and he tugged Damian to sit on knees spread wide 'neath white linen, feet planted firmly on the ground.] You listen to me. I am responsible for today. If I hadn't done what I did, you wouldn't have gotten the Heroin. We talked some 'bout intention 'fore, and my intention wasn't bad, and it wasn't deliberate. [If he could, he smoothed his hand over Damian's spine. It was easier now that the words weren't 'bout him, not 'bout his own head.] But I know you said 'fore that intention ain't important. It's what a person does that is, and I did what I did, and it was dumb as could be. I didn't think 'bout you and how it might affect you, and that makes me responsible. [He tipped Damian's chin up, and he looked at the boy soft as his voice was just then.] You ken? My problems, they can't be bad for you, Damian. I can't be okay with that. It's the same reason I'm all cut up 'bout making you agree to all manner of thing sexual. [If Damian tried to argue, Misha touched fingers to the other boy's lip.] I pushed and pushed 'bout nearly everything, and that ain't right neither. I see it real clear tonight. It's like looking in a mirror, and I don't much care for who's looking back. [Which likely explained the anemic flutter of the wings, the dark edges on the shadows that drooped 'gainst the bed now.] You say you'll forgive me, and I'll do better in future. With all of it.