Re: [University: Damian & Misha]
[Damian lacked several experiences, yes, and this was one. Even the music he chose to listen to often was wordless. He felt the notes, the cresting of sound and tempo. He thought this was likely similar, even if he could not yet understand it. He knew Misha, however, enjoyed such greatly. He appreciated this about the boy, and he was not at all bothered by the explanation, nor its length. He stared at the angel throughout, unblinking. This action would likely unnerve most, but Misha was doubtless used to it, at this point.] I understand, [he said.] Perhaps it would have gone in a way that ended better for them. They could have lived their lives. Why does it matter that she loved him first? She says it throughout. [A shrewd look. The boy was avoiding somewhat, or at least Damian thought so. But, then he blinked.] I was wrong to ask you what is you and what is Heaven's. It is all you, is it not? You are you. [Simple.
The interest on angelic face, carried close in blue gaze, made Damian wish to squirm more, but he did not. He only watched Misha's lips with his own heavy interest as he formed the words 'you like sucking my dick.' Without any necessity compelling him, the man nodded at this to emphasize its truth. He smiled like a wicked child with a lollipop before dinner.] I would do it here, if you wished.
[But, Kentucky. Yes. Less thinking about fellatio, more about Kentucky, because he really did wish to hear what Misha had to say. Almost as much as he wished to suck his dick. Very close.] One day, will you take me to see this house and the food and the fields and the people? [He understood missing these things, partially, especially the food and the people who talk similarly. He smiled under ministration of fingers. He began to think on what he might miss. He began with the easy ones he was just reminded of.] I miss the food as well. From before Jersey. I miss the cadence of people speaking. [It got easier to find things, as he went.] How dry it was, how ancient. People have been walking the same streets there for thousands of years, as near as it is to the cradle of humanity. I do not miss much from the island, however. Save for the view of the beaches and the wind, when I would sit to paint out of doors. I do not know what I miss from Jersey. Not the weather or the people. It was filthy. I did not like the house. But, Father was the Shadow there. I met him, after only hearing about him and imagining him. [He decided he would stop now. Instead, he spoke about Oliver, and looked to Misha as he explained he did not need protection.] He says he only wishes to kiss you. Somehow, that is enough to make me wish to strike him. But you are right. You cannot be them and you do not need my protection. You are strong.
[They stood. Outside, their hands came apart, and Damian smoked. He smiled as Misha spun.] Let us see the apartment. I would like to view where we will live together. [He tried to snare the angel's hand back, if he could, unthinkingly, and then he began to walk toward the apartment. Or in the general direction thereof. He offered Misha the cigarette.]