Re: Down: Lucifer / Misha
Misha, he heard the sound, but he didn't understand it. When it came to wings and their expressiveness, even unseen, he was only accustomed to his own. Nilus, who had taught him a whole lot more in their short time than Heaven ever had, hadn't never spread his wings. Misha's wings were an extension of him, but he wasn't real aware of much beyond their rustling. His eyes, young and impressive how they were, turned questioning some, but he was fixing his thoughts on what his daddy had said, on that comment 'bout strengths and weaknesses, 'bout how it wasn't cheating, and he was dragged out of them thoughts by his daddy agreeing 'bout David.
"I ain't sure he wants help, but he ain't beyond it," he said of David hopefully, and his smile was empathy and soft, just like his momma's had been, though he didn't recall that none. It had been too long, and he could barely remember her face outside of dreaming.
All thoughts of momma, they fled right off with that kiss to his cheek. It was a kiss that wasn't twisted up rotten, and Misha knew the language without needing to translate it in his head. He'd never much cared for Heavenly tongue, for the sound of it. His momma had talked it, and the doctors had said it was her being mad, and he'd never admitted none to understanding it, not to them. This, it brought it back. It brung back his momma's voice, and it was as if he was standing in that asylum with her, watching her look out the window and talk 'bout Him coming back to her.
He stood, and he moved forward when his daddy stepped back, and he kissed him on the cheek real quick, brief, and when that nudge came, he went easy, blinking himself home on golden warmth and a flash of light, trailed by the sound of feathers.