Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
[Damian tutted, and Misha shook his head near immediately after.] You ain't a weapon. [He never did like when Damian saw himself as that and that alone. It wasn't the same as being malakhim, which wasn't human any. Damian, he was human. But, Misha, he acknowledged that what Damian said 'bout killing and kindness were true, even if it didn't make him feel any stronger in the face of real strong folks. He couldn't even throw a punch that didn't make Damian's kin laugh, and he couldn't get through to them by talking, neither, and could be Daniel was right and he was feeling real sorry for himself just now, but he hadn't done anything good or living in days, and that always made Misha feel muted as dull days with drizzle constant.] I ain't never heard of them. [That was said of the things Damian mentioned, but he had to shake his head right after.] You are strong. [Which, could be, was Misha's version of curtly saying his own piece, even if it came with a kiss to Damian's jaw.]
We don't need a word. [That was said of distance in a room, and Misha looked to see if Damian wore that charm 'round his neck some.] Touch that. [But, course, kissing took precedence, and then Damian was talking 'bout his bedroom with fingers 'gainst pale cheeks. Damian looked hopeful, and truth was that Misha had taken a real strong dislike to this sad ol' house. Still, he forced himself to add caveats some:] We can try. If you hate it, then we'll come on back. [Misha, he knew he'd like it at the Carnival. The place was fill of folks that weren't like other folks, and there wasn't no shame in running round there in a petticoat, and there never had been.]