Re: [Island to Shore: Dami & Misha]
[Damian was absolutely poised to make an untoward comment. He even smiled in anticipation, but the influx of holy-scrubbed air stopped him. He was not religious enough to feel cowed by it, he was only surprised. And then surprised that Misha did not seem to notice. He debated saying something, Damian did, but, again, he felt it would be better discussed after this, when they could be alone together without somewhere to go and someone to tend to. He simply smiled and dipped up on toes to kiss the grin from Misha's lips.
The man was entirely unaware of the change in his appreciation and allowance of (non-aggressive) physical contact. Now, it seemed perfectly normal and it felt good. It was uncomplicated, and that was Misha's influence, even if Damian did not recognize it himself.] The resources make a difference, [he said.] And after this, we will open an account for you, at least a bank account, so that you might have what you need. If you wish, I can instruct you in driving—even the operating of the submersible, if it would help. [He stroked hipbones under drench-dry pink, he looked up at Misha.] Fine. [He shrugged; another more open expression that he did not recognize as such.] As did I. [As for the island, Damian peered about when the angel did, then turned his gaze back to the boy. For once, he held his tongue against logical extrapolations. Instead, he asked:] What was it about?
[That Misha should grip him after the kiss, hold him close (by his ass), was not anything Damian took issue with. He was more than happy to remain. He did not struggle against his restraints. He only leaned against Misha more. And once they broke the kiss, he did not turn his face away, nor allow for anymore space. He simply remained with his lips nearly upon Misha's and his breath hot there. With eyes of wide white, he stared, which, immediately, turned into a glare at the upward press of fingers to chin. But, again, he did not jerk away. He just glowered.] I am not hiding. [Now he pulled his chin away. He hugged Misha then, even though the hatch was open and anyone with any manner of investigative devices could see them. He tucked his nose to chin where it met throat, and he spoke there.] There is no why, besides that which I told you. She deserved it. She spilled her drink upon my shoe, and she told me whatever I wished for, was mine. That she would do whatever. When I asked about killing her, she said that I would not. So I did. Or I intended to. [He had failed. He was a disgrace to the al Gol name and he knew that. What he had done thousands of times, he failed at. That made it even more pathetic.] I do not even know what you would say or why you would do reach out to her. I am the one who did it.