Re: Log: Damian/Misha
Misha hadn't never had any space he considered his. Even the room up in the servant quarters felt real temporary to him. He wasn't never sure how long Damian's daddy was going to let him stay now that it wasn't required any by law. He hadn't never had his own space, but he understood Damian felt safe in his bedroom. Damian liked holing up in there, and folks only did that in safe places. And, Misha, he didn't make any attempt at being quiet or arriving unseen. The lack of knocking, he knew, wouldn't mean his presence was announced in other ways. Damian was always real aware of his surroundings.
And he waited real patient for Damian to look at him, like he could stand there all the night if Damian took that long to look on over at him. And it was real clear that Damian was thinking something as he looked, but Misha was real patient 'bout that too. He let Damian look his fill, and he met that looking with pale eyes real direct. He felt the loss of it plenty once Damian looked away, and Misha wondered what had brung this on. It could be a whole lot of things, and he didn't have pieces yet, and he reckoned his own missing things could be factoring in. Could be there was something he wasn't remembering, but Damian would let him know if that was the case. Damian, he didn't play games any.
He sat when Damian said he could, one leg off the bed and his foot planted on the floor, his other knee bent side-down in front of him, and his foot wiggling some in the air off the mattress. The boy smelled of sweat and cool air, of something pure and entirely him, and the incense hadn't made itself part of all of it any yet, not like with Damian. Damian, he was pointing at the phone and the conversation with the pianist, and Misha didn't rise to any of it yet. Damian leaned 'gainst his side, and Misha turned his face and pressed his nose 'gainst the side of Damian's neck. He nosed there, his mussed hair tickling anywhere it touched, and his voice came quiet from there. "You look real pretty, and you smell real nice." He nosed some more, 'less Damian pushed him off. "This you being jealous? Or is it 'bout the pill bottle in your hand?" he reckoned it could be 'bout Damian's daddy or 'bout the party, but that didn't feel near as likely as the previous things. He considered taking the bottle from Damian's hand, but he didn't. He let Damian hold onto the plastic, and he just closed his eyes some as he breathed the other boy in.
And he did want to go somewhere. He wanted to take Damian and go somewhere that wasn't this damn little town, but Damian felt safe in this room, and Misha knew the other boy would go if he asked. He didn't want to take the safe away, not if it was important to the other boy like he reckoned it was just now.