Re: log: antique store - louis, misha, and damian
It took some fighting and fussing for Misha to pull himself back from feeling like he'd done something wrong. It was a whole lot impressive, that, since the boy had an exhibitionist kink a mile long, and he hadn't never encountered someone who reacted to it poor. Course, Misha generally went places where that kind of thing was welcome, and he reckoned he'd judged Louis and his interests wrong. Or, could be he'd judged the thing inside Louis wrong. Whatever the reason. Misha went on back to acting like he did with Damian in public, real appropriate after that soothing of blistered thumb, and the only thing that could be considered wrong was the clasp of hands 'tween the two boys.
Course, then Desire came, and there wasn't a thing of Louis in the Endless sitting there. "I can't ask you for the truth 'bout yourself being more powerful, on account of you'll say you are. But where I come from, that ain't the view." After all, even Lucifer was just an angel, and he knew real well the Endless had spent plenty of time with the winged ones. It was in his history, and that was just the past writ out by the victors, but there wasn't a victor, and so it could be believed some.
"We ain't yours," Misha clarified, and he listened while Damian talked on how Desire wished it so. "He's right. You're the wants and needs of folks. Like us, you ain't worth anything for yourself, not without mortal folk." There was something limiting 'bout the Endless, and Misha, he'd always thought so, just like he thought the same thing 'bout his own kind. And he was starting to get that feeling he disliked so well, the one where he felt less human than normal, like this talking alone was seeping that away.
He couldn't argue any 'bout powerhouses and Damian's worth, so he didn't bother trying any. "You got the same problem as me, don't you?" he asked of Desire. "All your wanting, it ain't nothing without something mortal to feed it. Just like me, you're empty without wanting. Unlike me, you can't claim anything for your own."
Misha, he'd already reckoned he was going to have to talk this over with Claire. He wasn't made for smiting, and he could only rise up and cause harm if something tried to help someone in his charge. Well, long as he was sane in the moment, and Corinthian channeling his powers at the lake was a real clear sign of what Misha could do during one of his spells. Now, Misha, he hadn't been assigned to anyone in this town directly, but he knew who the folks were he'd be able to protect, and he didn't question that at present, even if it made him feel near as poor as Louis turning his cheek had done. "Demons, angels, we're all the same, and you know that. We all come from the same Father" Damian's head was 'gainst his shoulder now, and Misha resisted the real strong desire to kiss his temple.
Misha, he nodded. "You let Louis come back now. It was real nice meeting you," he added, on account of being Southern and real polite, even in the face of troublesome things. And, unexpectedly, he felt a whole lot worse than when this all began, and not on account of being scared. It reminded him of Corinthian riding inside him for so damn long, and that still made Misha want to crawl out of his own skin.
Course, he could always get Desire out how he'd gotten Corinthian out of himself, but it wasn't real clear if Louis would survive, and Misha kept that to himself just now.
And, Endless be damned, he kissed Damian's temple.