Re: log: antique store - louis, misha, and damian
Damian was still so close to Misha, but even that short distance made him wish to be back on the couch with him. Holding Damian's hand, he could almost feel the pleasure of contact itself, of curling up with someone so beloved. This was a fresh love, inexperienced and very intense. Anyone might be swept up in it, even with the object of it sitting only a few feet away. It thrummed like a heartbeat, and the heat of it, with all his attention focused on it, was searing.
He had been attempting meditation recently, and he tried to remember the place he had gone to inside his own mind, the quiet familiarity he had hoped would hold him fast when something like this happened again. It was like reaching for a rock with rapids rushing him downstream. His gaze went hazy, distant, and he glanced at Misha over his shoulder, half-apologetic. His long fingers clasped Damian's a bit more tightly, and then developed a roughness, from playing instruments, that Louis had never even seen.
He blinked, long-lashed, full-lipped. Change swept over him in a wave, soundless except the rustle of fabric shifting and pulling away from his body, the slither of cloth on cloth. There was no terrible cracking of bone, bloodless as it was, but it was physical nonetheless, tangible in the space, not an airless illusion but a real change. His eye color shifted from blink to blink, but his hair straightened and shortened visibly, and his face changed as if an artist were repainting it.
In this state, he had a tendency to beguile the person who held the desire. Whether it was a quality of his altered form or the headiness of getting what one wanted most, the person would drop what they were doing and follow him almost anywhere, forgetting their work, walking away from their friends. Spellbound. He was resisting it still, somewhere, trying to make it stop, and that, and Damian knew what to expect, which no doubt mitigated anything more than the psychological effects of seeing Misha in front of him. Louis had managed to hold out a little, and this double of Misha was too tall and long, but he was otherwise almost identical. He smiled a sweet smile up at Damian, like there was no one else in the room.