Re: Capital: Misha/Damian/Jason
Misha reckoned Damian was always thinking. Maybe the other boy wasn't thinking clear as he usually did, but Misha reckoned there was always thinking. Could be that nearly ceased when they got to kissing, but Misha reckoned Damian wasn't the type of boy to give himself over to things easy. It was one of the reasons Misha was so damn sure the boy liked him well as he did, on account of being real sure that Damian would've resisted if the feeling was at all tepid. Misha, he liked thinking 'bout that, especially now, when he got to doubting, because it made him remember. Course, this was the gayest Damian had seen him in public. Tutus in dark guest rooms weren't the same as this, and being 'round family with someone real obviously gay wasn't always a good thing for folks. Misha, he hadn't been sane enough 'round Damian's daddy to remember how he clung to the other boy in that Quiet Home common area, and he thought, true and full, that Damian's daddy thought he was just Damian's friend.
He closed his eyes real brief when Damian snapped his teeth together and breathed real annoyed, but it was a restful shuttering of eyes, and it was paired with a smile that said the boy was working on getting himself back to composed. It lasted real brief, and then Misha went on back to looking at Damian's hand in his, that small smile lingering when Damian squeezed his fingers and corrected. Misha tutted, just to try the sound out on his own mouth. "Being fussed and being stupid ain't the same thing." He paused, but it wasn't a real long pause, and he liked the weight of Damian's head 'gainst his own. "I been with a whole lot of folks. Boys, girls, men, women, and I think I done everything can be done with a body, but I ain't ever cared what anyone thought before. It ain't like with Oliver, where it just hurt my feelings some," he explained, and the boy snuggled closer. There wasn't no other way to describe the way Misha shimmied his hips and moved nearer, and he reckoned it was okay. He wasn't kissing Damian bold in front of folks, and Damian could move away some if he wasn't comfortable. Least that was what Misha told himself.
Damian slid down more, and Misha uncrossed his legs and looped one knee over Damian's real slow, so the other boy could stop him if he felt inclined to. He watched Jason as Damian explained, and he almost didn't hear that question 'bout Lazarus Pits, on account of being real taken by how Damian looked with pale knuckles 'gainst his cheek. "I ain't never heard of a Lazarus Pit," he finally said, but he was distracted some by looking at the other boy. "How does it work? He's got a soul still. I can tell. He ain't lost it, so he ain't a demon. He ain't immortal either. I'd be able to feel that just the same, but he ain't that." He wasn't sure how he felt 'bout cheating death. He knew how he should feel 'bout it, but that wasn't the same as reality.