Re: [Outside the Masquerade]
It was unsurprising to Damian that he had been spectated by Misha. It was unsurprising, also, that he had been sensed by the angel. As Misha's pale cheek turned toward him, Damian drew near without any thought as to do otherwise. He insinuated himself bodily before the other boy and wrapped his arms high over yellow-clad shoulders. Misha looked emotional to Damian's eyes. Sad, perhaps, as told by the purple bruising beneath eyes. Green gaze shifted keenly over Misha, thoughts obvious in pallid reflection. There came one blink. "Yes," he agreed of his beauty, though it was to tease, and he kissed Misha, cherry froth on his tongue. Damian himself, from the flush of alcohol and the dancing and the bodies close, was warm. He was solid and human, and he braced himself, all entitlement, against Misha. The jewels upon fingers slid through fine blond. Yes, Damian was slightly inebriated, but he assumed Mishael had been aware from the beginning and he did not think to fret upon it. Instead, he wished only to ascertain the angel's mood more precisely.