Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
[Damian walked into the widemouthed opulence of the room. His sneakers scuffed what had once been spotless parquet, and he held onto his pride with both hands, chin up, stride straight. He settled onto the bench next to Misha and the effervescent spill of his dress, and he looked over the boy. He puffed out his bottom lip during his perusal, then turned his gaze to the hands playing the piano, playing the song as if it was nothing. Damian wished to lean against the angel, but he did not wish to interrupt. He swung his legs idly and watched the masterful hands of his boyfriend.]