Re: [Island to Shore: Dami & Misha]
I'll get on my knees and thank Jesus 'fore going to bed tonight. [As usual, there was a bright, clean flush of air that filled the submersible. There wasn't no light with it, but it was something real tangible. The purified version of a wordless yes that Misha didn't notice. Could be that made it clear some that Misha was so damn tied to this self-protective stance 'bout being human that he didn't even notice things happening 'round him that indicated otherwise. He just didn't sense it any, and his grin stayed put and irreverent as could be on his mouth.
Damian tipped his head real open 'gainst fingers that pet his hair, and Misha wondered if the other boy knew how much more willing he was to show them kinds of things than he'd been once. Misha liked how it felt. Not just the touching, though he liked that, but how Damian tipped his head real trusting into the touch.] You got a whole lot more resources at your disposal than me. You're a whole lot better at saving me than I am at saving you. [He finished that sentence while thumbs dragged over exposed hipbones, and as Damian frowned thoughtful.] I left a man there to die, Dami. Don't matter why. It only matters that I did. [For Misha, it was as simple as that, but he looked 'round when Damian asked why the island had been the destination that evening.] I just know I wanted to get here. After I drank that drink, I wanted two things and nothing but. I wanted to get here, and I wanted to know what dying was like. Drowning, since the lake was near, but it wasn't really 'bout drowning.
[The cupped cheeks led to kissing, and Misha was real loathe to let Damian reel away after. The kiss was real hungry, and Misha slid his hands down over Damian's ass and mashed the other boy real close and 'gainst tulle that was ruined hours prior. He held Damian there, and he didn't let Damian draw away, not even when Damian quit kissing him.] There's why to talk 'bout. There's how you felt. There's whether I should reach out to her. There's anything you want to say. You ain't shutting down on me any. [He tipped Damian's chin, even knowing Damian wouldn't like it any.] Don't you hide from me.