Re: Quiet Home: Misha & Oliver
Oliver wouldn't have called the quiet home romantic, but it felt soft like old paper would, like moth wings crumbled to dust and left to glitter in the daytime air. It reminded him of his home in the woods, really. Except, his home was more than just old, it was in some serious disrepair most days, unless Jude took to patching up a wall or piece of floor. He didn't see any blankets hanging up in place of curtains, and he somehow doubted that they had a raccoon pirating their pantry, so maybe old was where all the similarities ended between this place and the house in the woods. The quiet home felt overly clean, like maybe hospitals did, although Oliver couldn't remember ever being in one.
Over all, the home was, as its name would indicate, quiet. Oliver didn't even see anybody else pass them as he made his way down the blue hall with the boy that lived here. He knew the boy was crazy, of course, even before he started on about his conversations with heavenly beings. But Oliver didn't think he was dangerous, or more accurately, it didn't occur to him to think that somebody who lived here might be dangerous. That concern would have been more in Jude's line of worrying.
As his tour guide went on about He and angels, Oliver gave him an undisguised and somewhat suspicious look. Then, he said, so informatively, "I don't believe in any god." Which was true and yet not, because Oliver believed in miracles. He believed perfection couldn't be made, but only mirrored. He believed in wonder, and he knew what it was to be awestruck in the face of something beautiful.
Which is exactly what happened when his tour guide opened the yellow door. Oliver's hand fell away from the boy's fingers because it felt like every nerve in his body flatlined for a moment, although he somehow remained standing. "Wow." The windows and the shelves and the wooden floors that gleamed in the light. He reacted to the room like somebody might react to a love song.
With a deep breath, Oliver turned to the crazy one. His brown eyes were wide like having seen something holy and beautiful, "Thank you."