Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
[Beneath his hoodie understudy, Damian was dressed simply, a dark sweater and lighter slacks. He had some color in his face from the wind and his hair was askew. He blinked at Misha. The distance was not entirely imagined. It was what he retreated to when he lost his own footing, even if he could not see it was so. When Misha approached, he lifted his chin, as he might have with Mother, prepared to pay for his stupid vulnerabilities, but nothing happened.
The other boy only pulled him into an embrace. And Damian lifted his arms, pushed his nose into the hollow of Misha's throat, and stayed, leaning into his boyfriend. He closed his eyes and breathed in the angel, even if the blot of cigarettes made it difficult.]