Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
You don't ken, Plum. Humanity is what we all aspire to. As powerful as we all are, any of us, and Janus included, we'd give anything to be like you. I reckon that leads to jealousy, and it leads to corruption, and it leads to wanting to control y'all. But, humanity, it's stronger than anything that ain't human. You're real amazingly resilient and vibrant, and we don't never feel anything like that without y'all bringing it to us. [He wasn't sure if it was a concept that could make sense to someone who hadn't spent a decade in the perfection of Heaven. Perfection, it was worse than death. Eternity lived like that was so dull as to be intolerable, and angels never would act like humans.] You make decisions that we can't even fathom. [Misha, he was more human than most of the Host, but he wasn't like Damian, not when it was all said and done.] We, malakhim, get our hands dirty, and I reckon there's jealousy that comes with that, too. [Misha, he hadn't never experienced personal jealousy 'til recent, but he reckoned it might not be so different from knowing your creator loved his flawed creations more than he loved you.]
The human body can only handle so much pain, and it always scares folks. I know you're trained to tolerate it real well, but I bet it wasn't real easy at first. [He didn't like thinking on that, on Damian being harmed, and there was some steel to Misha's voice that lingered into the next words.] Was he real awful, the man? [Misha, he didn't cotton to torture, not even for awful folk, but he wondered if it made the boy Damian had been feel better 'bout it, justified it any. Or, if wanting to please was enough. His gaze flickered back up to Damian's, having lowered while he was thinking, and the touch to his cheek came as Damian asked 'bout absolution. Bold as brass:] I reckon you're willing to absolve me of all I done as a child, so I don't see no reason why I can't do the same for you.
[He wasn't real sure if Damian understood, 'bout how it was different with his foster daddy, but the dark boy looked real earnest as Misha bumped up 'gainst that bed, and Misha wanted real badly to believe Damian understood the difference. Thus far, the things he'd done when small, the things he'd enjoyed, they'd only been words writ on court papers and doctors' notes, and it was different to this, and he really needed Damian to see that it wasn't the same any at all. Course, predictably, Damian's admission of feeling overwhelmed with loving, it was 'nough to snap Misha right to the present.
Misha let himself be tugged onto the bed, where he let his weight come down heavy 'gainst the other boy, pinning him with hips and a tangle of long legs.] I'll kiss you as often as you want kissing. [And, promise made, he slanted his mouth over the other boy's, and he did like he promised.]