Re: [Island to Shore: Dami & Misha]
Perhaps it was the same for Misha as it was for Damian. He felt far more frail than he appeared to be to others. Because Damian felt he was unraveling often, and Misha had seen him thusly. Perhaps it was just the nature of the issues themselves. Damian's were far more mundane problems.
The man did not smile, but his expression was soft as he peered at Misha. He was prepared for the kiss when it came, only because he would have done the same in short order, if the angel had not done so first. He, however, was not so eager to put space between them, and he twined his fingers into that thin, ribbed white. His voice was nearly petulant when he spoke,] As am I. [He was not upset about this.] You may be ornery. I am not offended. [Damian gazed up at Misha when the boy drew back. His expression did not linger with the woman he had left behind. No, Damian had filed her away by now and was back to business. He was worried, about Misha and perhaps that showed. He wanted to be able to help, and he did not know if he could, truly. That manner of helplessness Damian was unused to and despised.—He was glad when the boy was close again. He dragged his fingertips under chin. He gave a small, near laugh.] What would you do with a submersible? There is only the lake.