Re: Capital: Misha/Damian
The kiss in the bathroom stall didn't do a thing to quell the hunger that curled up in Misha's belly real warm for the other boy. But Misha, he was patience personified, and he liked dragging things out at times, and tonight they had all night, least as far as Misha was concerned. This didn't need to be fumbling any in dark rooms, and that brought something real special with it inherent. He wanted to kiss Damian a whole lot more, but he knew he would, and that was good enough to make him draw on back and close fingers 'round the other boy's hand strong, even after that movement of lips real deliberately difficult 'gainst his own mouth.
Misha liked the city. He'd loved New York, and he didn't like Repose near so well. Repose was safety and hiding, but it wasn't the kind of place that set Misha to purring. This street, this was his space. It was living full and total, and there wasn't a thing pure or pristine 'bout it. The kids walking the sidewalks were loud, and the bumped into folks brash and offered apologies paired with laughter that came real easy. The lights were neon and all the bars were real inviting with tinkling glasses and music pouring out heady to the sidewalks. This wasn't a hollow at home. This wasn't a thing like Kentucky, and Misha's love for it was real apparent on his face as he looked 'round, Damian's hand clutched paranoia-tight in his own.
Normal-like, Misha didn't need a tether. He'd dome plenty 'long all these sidewalks. This place was where he felt safe from Heaven and earth alike, but there was enough medicine swirling 'round him to make his grip on Damian's fingers a little too tight for casual. But his expression, it was still awe, like some artist's rendering of an angel looking upon Heavenly Father.
Misha walked slow, not getting too far ahead of Damian's stride with his own longer stride. He wasn't in a bit of hurry, and he looked over at the other boy when he said that thing 'bout looking pretty. Misha, he didn't see an assassin unaware careful of his surroundings. He saw Damian, and that was all he saw. "You always think I look pretty," he said, his pale gaze and chapped-soft lips challenging the other boy to deny it. There was confidence in that face, a knowing. "I feel it when you look on me, that you want me real well. I didn't know 'til I met you to your face." He watched Damian raise the cigarette back to his lips, and he ducked his head and smiled real content at Damian's edict. "I reckon I'll let you kiss me wherever you want to kiss me. 'Member what I told you last time?"