Re: log: cemetery - revenant and misha
Misha, now, he'd promised not to go raising any dead for this man, for the man approaching, but he wasn't going to out and say that. He had no way of knowing if his daddy'd contacted David yet, but he wasn't so dim as to show his hand early. It wasn't that Misha was machinating none, though he had plenty of foundation for it on both sides, but he wasn't particularly machinating. Still, he wasn't planning on showing his hand none.
And he had other pressing concerns, seeing as what he'd sensed? That pure alabaster ozone, it wasn't coming from David. It was coming from Up.
But he kept his gaze settled on the coming man. In fact, he just settled himself on the curved edge of an old gravestone, sitting there with legs swinging and the soles of his feet a dirty bare that was real incongruous to anything but a real, live boy.
Here, he looked at David's claws, at the glow of his face, and he talked. Now, granted, he was real aware of whatever else was lingering, watching and listening, and he wondered if his daddy and all the demons in town could sense it, or if it was hiding itself. "David, we got to stop meeting this way," he said, voice carrying as the glow he'd lit weakened and ebbed, leaving the cemetery cast in something like gloaming. "You know, there's thing 'bout the human mind, and it can make things happen that you wouldn't believe. Most folks, mundane folks, they go 'bout their days without realizing what they're capable of. Most of them, they ain't even capable of nothing more than just being how they are. But, sometimes, things happen, and folks can bring things to being that you wouldn't imagine." If folks only knew how powerful they really were, and he'd heard folks in the Host say the battle, the real battle, was going to be 'gainst humans someday. Misha, with what he'd seen, he reckoned that could be true 'nough.