Re: In person: Misha B/Damian W
[Misha, he reached a hand down to slide palm 'tween palm and gouging finger. The barrier achieved, he gave himself a second to breathe and let Nilus show him what had happened. And, now, Misha, he'd already known it was going to be bad, and unfortunately he wasn't disappointed any. He was torn some, too. Torn 'tween what had happened, what the woman had caused Damian to do, what he'd watched. The dying that had left the town feeling like black wings flapping to the pale boy sitting on the ground, it was thick in his throat, and he ached for the boy sitting with him. But there was more than that. There was little things too. There was the woman calling Damian baby, petting at him, and Damian sucking on her finger. All them things, they were hard as anything to watch, and they made Misha's belly turn all over itself, and that was 'fore anything bad had even begun.
Misha, he was coming on out of that memory like being dunked in thick molasses that clung stubborn, and then Damian was looking at him clear. Misha, he blinked, and he let his fingers fall from Damian's chin. With a sniffle, Misha touched Damian's tear-tacky cheek.] You listen. I'm going to take you home, and we're going to see if I can clear your head any once we're there. [Truth was, Misha wasn't real sure if he'd be able to take Damian back to the cottage in the usual way. He wasn't real sure what this damn woman was, and he needed a minute to fix on that, but if she was Hellsent then Damian, he might not be susceptible any to angel-ing any longer.] You reckon that's fine by you, Damian?