Re: Manor: Damian/Misha
[Misha hadn't cheated any. Which was to say, he hadn't gone looking to find out what Damian looked like. He could've done at a whole bunch of points, but he'd refrained real deliberate. He'd been talking to the other boy nearly since he arrived in Repose, and he wanted to see him on equal footing. It wouldn't be real equal or fair if Misha knew what Damian looked like, but Damian didn't know what Misha looked like in return any.
Which led to Misha swinging his legs idle on the roof above Damian's balcony. Misha, he wasn't thinking on cameras or surveillance, though he wasn't dumb enough to think this big old place didn't have plenty of cameras. And if he reached for it, Misha could know the lives of every heartbeat 'neath this big old roof. He could hear every single one of them heartbeats as he sat there. They were all real soft thrums of living that every malakhim heard constant. It was all like white noise to the boy swinging his legs.
All that said, he'd pictured Damian some in his head. Young, he'd reckoned, and real dark. Dark skin, dark eyes, dark hair, and real lithe. He leaned over the edge of the roof to grab onto that cigarette easy, and he realized he hadn't been real far off. Damian's eyes weren't moonless, but the boy wasn't real different than Misha'd pictured, and Misha took a real dainty tug on that smoke.] You coming on up here, or 'm I coming down there, plum?