Re: [University: Damian & Misha]
Could be it wasn't like that at all. The bible, it was writ by oppressed folks. They ain't never going to say their side did awful things, but all sides do awful things in warring. Samson, he'd killed a whole lot of Philistines that hadn't done a thing, on account of them being villagers nearby when he was fussed over something. Could be said all Philistines are bad, but could be they were just folk living. They disliked him some on account. Now, Deliliah, she was a woman who didn't have a bit of anything in that world. She was a whore, and they offered her money to bring this awful man down. She thought he was awful too. He'd killed her kin. She seduced him intending to kill him, but it was honorable. She fell in love with him, or so they say. I don't reckon it's so cut and dry as the bible says. [He pulled his own phone out again, and he swiped 'til he found what he was looking for. They were talking on the stage now, so Misha took one of the hanging earbuds from round his neck and tucked it into Damian's ear.] This is 'bout what she wished would've happened. It's real pretty. [The song played, and Misha, he wasn't sure 'bout that humanity, so he just listened to the music in his other earbud.
Damian's laughter, it was better than any music, and he watched the other boy's face as thoughts went on down them train's tracks.] I was monogamous with Oliver. I ain't sure why it ain't common. It just ain't. Or maybe monogamous gay men stay real safe at home. [The question Damian asked 'bout his own gayness, that made Misha smile, but the smile turned real intimate when the boy looked sharply and his tone turned demanding.] Sweetheart, you like wrapping your lips 'round my dick too much to be fully straight. [And he looked at them lips real unholy.
It was probably real fine that there was verbal petting required next, and Misha didn't have a clue what hydrogen had to do with anything. He knew it was all real unlikely as truth, 'bout the neon, and he rested his elbow on the back of the seat behind Damian and turned his body some again. Idly, he fussed with the swoop of dark hair 'bove Damian's forehead.] I meant Jersey, but if you reckon 'fore is more home, then 'fore. [He wasn't fussed 'bout Damian talking with Oliver. He knew Damian would be kind to the other boy, even if it killed him. He smiled a knowing smile as Damian looked down at their entwined fingers.] You mean you reckon he's too selfish to be a good friend to me? [Misha, he understood how Oliver was.] He loved his daddy. Mostly it was that, and that he doesn't really understand caring. I'm trying to help, and I understand where he comes from, but he don't comprehend, Dami.
[Course, Misha wasn't expecting a bit of blushing. He just kept on with fingers in the other boy's swish of hair, which was finger-stood now, and he smiled knowing and smug when Damian declared him stupid.] Don't you think you got to thank me never for a thing. [He leaned forward, kissed the other boy's cheek, then stood and tugged on his hand.]