Re: Manor: Damian/Misha
You're real sure of what I ain't even real sure of. [Misha looked uncertain some, but he was pleased. More and more folks spent time telling him how crazy he was lately, and that was without him even telling them what he thought 'bout things. He didn't go talking 'bout his wings or Heaven lately, and folks still thought him mad as hatters. Once it was writ down that someone was mad, folks just believed. Was real sad, Misha thought, on account of how often folks got things real wrong.] I ain't stopped questioning it, but I ain't so sure as I was once. Once, I didn't question none at all. Got me in a whole lot of mess, saying what I thought was truth. He smiled.] He ain't stupid. He just believes what he sees in front of his nose. Most folks do.
[Misha, he wasn't surprised none by the avoidance. He was willing to take things in small doses and real tiny baby steps. Looked like Damian was thinking on spending the night here, and that was more than Misha'd been expecting from the boy minutes ago. Misha, he wasn't in no hurry, and he didn't push 'bout Damian's changing of heart. He'd push come morning light, or maybe a day on, but he was happy to just smile content with eyes bright blue as the boy took to stripping.
Misha, he wasn't built with shame any. He didn't harbor even a smidgen of decency, and he thought bodies were beautiful, and wasn't a thing to be embarrassed 'bout. He watched, but it wasn't lascivious or leching. It was interested and appreciative, simple as could be, and he turned his head and followed the other boy's movements to 'neath the comforter.
He stood when Damian invited him toward the head of the bed, and he kicked off them slippers he wore. His white shirt went next, tugged up between his shoulders and pulled over his head, leaving fine hair tousled and standing sleepy against skull. And, having no shame, Misha thought not a thing 'bout slipping off them pajama pants last, leaving himself bare as the day he was born. He wasn't near neat as Damian, and he left his clothes scattered on the floor, and then climbed 'neath the comforters cold. Misha, he was thin and not a bit of muscle visible beneath skin. The boy was waif soft, and he was even more androgynous naked how he was. Soft and puffy in places boys ain't, and he didn't have a bit of hair on him, excepting for that blond-brown mop of fine hair on his noggin.
He shifted 'round some and got comfortable beneath the comforter, turned on his side toward's Damian, and his eyes closing real fast. He yawned sleepy, and he smiled carefree.] You sleep good, Plum. Prunum. שזיף.