🎵 𝄞 🎸 𝄫 🎷🎶 🎻 (jukejoint) wrote in repose, @ 2018-05-02 03:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, adrian march, burden bell |
[Lakehouse: Misha & Adrian]
Who: Misha & Adrian (with a hovering Damian)
What: Attempting to create Adriansue
Where: The lakehouse
When: Nowish (take 2!)
Warnings/Rating: O for Obscurus
Misha, he wasn't worried much as he should be 'bout this whole thing with Adrian. He'd texted the other boy directions to the lakehouse, and now he was sitting out on the dock, fiddle 'gainst his shoulder, and a tune playing mournful and carrying itself off over the water. It was a piece he liked plenty, that suited his mood, and he was real focused and fixed on it entire.
He was dressed simple, layers and mismatched denim, and the dark circles 'neath his eyes were plenty mauve and indicative of some nights gone without sleeping good. But there was a fire burning warm in the little house at his back, and he knew Damian was in there, and he didn't have no reason to reckon this thing with Adrian would go poorly.
Now, it wasn't that he was real keen on being angelic, but he'd been feeling the tug of folks needing him more and more recent. Could be it was just free time, seeing as he wasn't performing at the carnival no more. It wasn't that he'd been fired, but it was hard, being there and not speaking out 'bout things, and so he'd quit going. It wasn't the most responsible thing, and he knew that plenty well, but it meant he had time on his hands. He'd busked some in the Capital, and he'd taken up playing piano for the children's choir over in one of the Capital's churches, but it was hard to ignore Heaven calling when there was so much free time handy. And, too, he'd been worrying himself a whole lot over Damian, and could be that left him open to the troubles of others. Whatever the reason, he'd been doing things like this more and more often the past few weeks.
And, now, he was here. Worried some, but likely not as much as he ought to be. He wasn't scared of whatever the Obscurus was, and he couldn't harm Adrian. If what he had planned would be bad for the other boy, then he wouldn't be able to do it any. And if he couldn't manage this, then he didn't deserve his wings. It was what he was meant to do, and he meant to do it.