Re: In person: Misha B/Damian W
[The holes, filled with colorful glass, whispered to Damian. His gaze shifted once, to an azure circle just beside him, and he stared at it, before his hand was pulled from his nose and he was pushed at once more by Misha. He frowned, confused by the silence from the angel and concerned that the whispers that told him, in some tongue he understood for reasons he did not know, that this was just another casualty of war. (What was? What was?)—The man turned on the spot, to spectate as a silent Misha tossed items onto the bed, then pointed. This helped kill off whatever meekness continued to breed inside Damian. He lifted his chin.
He did not wish to go where he was taken. With the angel's hand in his, tugging, he did tighten his grip, but rather than go where he was bid, he reeled Misha toward him. The mouths on the wall tittered at this. Damian looked up at his boyfriend, but in the manner that made it seem he was peering down his nose, an expression he had mastered long ago.] Are you mute?