Re: In person: Misha B/Damian W
[Misha, he felt a whole lot better soon as they were on the carnival grounds. He wasn't daft 'nough to think there were places the law couldn't touch, but there was something 'bout this place comprised of outsiders that made Misha feel better. Here, folks hid. Here, when folks came coming no one gave out names or pointed at trailers. Here, it was safer, and Misha reached for Damian's hand and was intending to tug. He didn't have a clue what Damian's thoughts were; he couldn't tell. In fact, he was only just able to tell the other boy was there at all, and he was starting to fuss that, after that first gleam of returning, he hadn't gotten any more of Damian shining through any.
He needed to talk to this damned Alyssa woman, however much he didn't want to any at all.
He was 'bout to start his walking, and then Damian took to patting down with his hands, and Misha knew right away what the other boy was looking for. He stepped in front of Damian, and he took both of the boy's hands in his own, and he held them 'gainst his own chest, 'tween himself and where he butted up close 'gainst Damian.] Don't. Don't. We're headed to the cottage, and we can get you cleaned up there and make you feel better. You got my word on that.
[Misha, he would sell his own damn soul and trade in his wings to ensure this all worked out, and that was the long and short of it. He stepped back, and he tugged on joined hands slow, seeing if Damian would follow.]