Re: Down: Lucifer / Misha
"On account of I wasn't born like mortals. I was born, but I got talents that were given to me, on account of what I am, not on account of what I learned," Misha said, but it was musing. It was talking aloud, rather than anything considered heavily 'forehand. Misha, being a whole lot younger than his physical years in so many ways, took to believing what he was told and without questioning it, 'specially if it came from someone older. "But I don't know the steps or the dances, and my endurance ain't particularly special, so I'm learning all them things," he said, realization in his thickly accented voice. "My singing is perfect, and I reckon that don't take work any, but it is a whole lot of work to catch up with the rest." Most of the folks in his classes had been training since they were tiny small things, and Misha hadn't never had nothing like that in his life. "You don't reckon it's cheating?" he asked, putting his cup down and looking at his daddy plenty trusting.
Somewhere 'long the line, he'd decided, without even realizing it, that he was going to trust this man he'd been cautioned against his whole life long, and it showed in pale eyes and upturned face.
Misha, he liked the grey, the middle, earth. Humans, with their souls that glowed warm like summer days, and with their flaws, their ability to think outside boxes, and their way of getting back up after falling repeated. In Heaven, everything was white and pure and single-minded. And, Hell, from what he'd seen, it was similar. It was all damn bureaucracy. He didn't know the entire meaning of the word, but it sure felt right when he thought it. He'd need to ask Damian to define it complete for him.
But all that thinking slipped clear away when his daddy offered to speak to David. Misha smiled, grateful, and nodded. He'd bit off more than he could chew, and he knew that well enough now. "I'll do that, if you talk at him. Thank you," he said, and the thankfulness was real, real honest. He tipped his head up then. "You can put me back, if you're keen, and talk at him." He didn't hop up off his cushion and hug his daddy or nothing, but he thought 'bout it. Misha, he was too affectionate some, and make no mistake 'bout that. But he refrained just now. "He ain't beyond helping. I can tell. I can still see his glow, and it's a good kind," he explained of David's soul.