Re: [Outside the Masquerade]
Damian only tutted when Misha asserted that the crown appeared better upon Damian's curls. He disagreed. Not with the notion that he was made for thrones. This had been his purpose since birth. As was the ephemeral 'greatness.' But, the crown was an accessory, nothing more. He smiled as if satisfied when the crown was settled, and he allowed his hands to settle then, back to their starting positions. While it was true there was no music, he did not believe this mattered and he did not believe Misha believed this mattered, as the boy then began to move. "We will imagine the music," Damian said in passing, the thought one that was unnecessary to share.
It was okay that they were not dancing properly as of yet. Damian did not mind. He laid his head to Misha's shoulder now that he did not bear the crown. Curls were soft against the bared skin of Misha's throat. "Tell me what you are thinking."