[Church: Damian/Misha]
Misha, he didn't answer back. Not in writing nowhere, and not in Damian's head. Truth was, Misha, he didn't like this any. It, like a whole lot of other things happening recently, made Misha feel a whole lot less than human. Could be it made him feel more than human, and that phrasing would've been better some. But, simply put, it didn't make him feel like a normal boy, and this church, it sure didn't help with that. But, for once, he was real pleased with where he was. It wasn't that he didn't want to go on back to Wainright Manor, and sure as the day was long he had a yearing to just go to the Capital and pretend all this wasn't occurring, but he couldn't do that. Even if he felt this stronger than anyone in this damn county, and on account of having housed Corinthian much too long, but he belonged here just now. He should be out, helping, but the Holy and Damned, they weren't doing much helping just now, and Misha wasn't no different, least not at the moment.
Damian, when he was tugged with that familiar pull behind his navel, it wasn't accompanied. Misha, he didn't come and hold the other boy's hand, and he didn't splay fingers 'gainst Damian's spine, real low there and near to the curve of his ass, not with normal touch, anyways. But the tugging and the touch, it came all the same, and Damian found himself standing inside the Catholic church on the edge of town.
The building, it was old and the stained glass 'round the edges showed the 12 Stations in real vivid color. The entire place was wood and polished, and it smelled real thick of incense. The sunlight came in pretty through colored glass, and hanging lights real high in the eaves brightened the main walk to the altar and sanctuary beyond. And, Damian, he was set in the middle of the aisle, approaching transept crossing and on red carpet, and he was alone.
From up in the choir loft, Misha whistled. It was a catcall, sure as the day was long, it was a catcall. The boy was leaning 'gainst wooden balcony and looking down. From what could be seen, it was clear he'd changed 'fore coming here, and there wasn't a petticoat ruffle in sight. He was dressed plain and comfortable, and he watched Damian from way up high, his eyes real bright blue and the circles 'neath them real purple-pronounced. He motioned on over to the stairs, which led up the side rear of the church, and then he moved on back out of sight, sitting himself at the bench of the upright organ there.