Re: [In-person: Dami & Misha.]
[Misha caught that bit of smile that melted on into an eyeroll, and it was a real tiny thing that made him feel a whole lot better. Could be it should've taken more of that, on account of Misha was still feeling real down over how he'd messed up in that circle in the woods, but he was real easy to soothe for the darkhaired boy. Now, more than ever, he just wanted some time alone with Damian, and the fact that Damian had hurt someone while dreaming didn't make Misha think any less of him.] You could reach out and talk to them, the person in your dream, and see how they feel now it's done. [It was a suggestion made idle some. Misha, he wasn't real sure 'bout reaching out this time 'round, and not on account of his dreaming having been bad. He was just still feeling fussed over his part in the dreaming occurring at all.]
I just talked to a girl at a cemetery. She was reading, but we didn't get so far along, and nothing much happened. I was some angel of death, I reckon. [He watched the yellow jeans slide up over Damian's dark legs, and he enjoyed himself an inappropriate glimpse of cock.] Hush. When you do things, they work out right. You don't never mess things up so everyone in town falls asleep and dreams awful things.