Re: Quiet Home: Misha & Oliver
Misha watched the kernel of an idea fill itself up in Oliver's mind. He watched it interested, like he was sitting in a real choice seat at a theater, and he wondered if Oliver looked like that when he created art. Misha reckoned maybe that was just the look on the boy's face, and he found he liked it real well. At first, he wasn't sure any where Oliver was going, but Misha smiled real cheshire wide when Oliver said to go on and lie to Jude.
Misha, he shouldn't cotton to lying, but he was willing to make exceptions some.
"You want me to tell you're brother we're sweet on each other, honey? I can do that. Am I telling him we're lovers?" Misha asked, lazy and it was real clear he didn't mind this ruse any. Truth was, he wouldn't mind beckoning Oliver on over and sealing this whole damn thing with a kiss, but Misha had a feeling Oliver would start and run off like some wide-eyed deer in headlights, so he didn't test it any.
He just nodded agreeable. "I'll tell him we met here, and that we been spending time. I'll talk bout your art and my fiddling, and I'll tell him we spent a real long afternoon kissing in this here room," he offered, slow drawl and syrup in the words. "I'll even meet him, if you want. We can play at being sweet on each other in person," he offered helpful.
And Misha was real well aware that Oliver was ignoring everything else, but this was proactive some, and Misha didn't push at any other buttons right yet.