Re: In person: Misha B/Damian W
[Misha was feeling too many damn things to separate them more than the simple words used earlier. There was depth to them things, course there was, but Misha wasn't thinking them. They were all mashed up in the bowl that was him, and he couldn't suss out which felt more or less, or which hurt more or less, or which made him angrier more or less. All he knew was he hadn't felt like this 'fore, all mashed up like this, and he didn't like it any. He sniffled some, and he watched Damian's expression shift and change. He knew Damian wasn't pleased any with how he, Misha, was acting, but the boy found himself unable to act any other way. He was scared, see. He was scared real terrible, on account of he understood gods, and he understood that Damian couldn't take a damn god that was thousands of years old down. If Damian could manage it, but Misha couldn't, then what kind of angel was he? Either way, he lost, and he was feeling at his most useless some ever in that moment. He hadn't even noticed something was wrong while it happened. It made him loathe himself real thick, and it was like drowning in it, and Damian went from glaring to staring at the wall again.
Course, Misha did soften when Damian said the woman reminded him of his momma. It wasn't surprising any, and it still didn't make Misha's stomach feel any less aching 'bout what he'd seen. It added a layer to it, though, and it was an understandable layer. Misha, he'd always known Damian's attachment to his momma was real strong, and he wasn't surprised any Damian would go to someone like her first and unthinking.] You can't get rid of a god thousands of years old, Damian. You don't understand. Even Nilus keeps himself clear of her, and he's thousands of years old.
[Misha saw the crying coming on 'fore it started, and he let his hands fall and his shoulders sagged.] Quit- Stop- Don't keep apologizing. You did what you felt you had to do, and I always said you were free to do whatever you pleased. It ain't fair to come hitting you with recriminations now. [He didn't argue 'bout Alyssa not controlling Damian, on account of he'd already said what he feared there.] She said you were hers 'bout a dozen times 'fore calling me a maggot, Damian. Course, I called her a bitch, so I reckon we're even, but there ain't going to be no running that woman off, not her type. [Damian glared again, and then he took back to looking at the wall, and Misha touched the other boy's cheek and turned his face away from that damn wall.] You ain't like her, and you ain't like them, and if you quit comparing yourself and just look at who you are, then you'd know that. And don't tell me I'm going to go hating you. I get to make them choices, and I ain't inclined.
[He sighed heavily, fingers moving thoughtless 'gainst Damian's cheek, petting dark skin light.] Nilus says he'll help with anyone who maybe saw anything at the Quiet Home. Maybe Janus can help with the woman. Lyssa's her real name. Could be a deal might be worked to capture her. [He sounded hopeful some 'bout that bit.] But you should sleep first. Sleep off everything she did to your head. And 'fore you fuss, I'm going to go on and meet the watchers to make sure the men get took well, and I'll see their families come on good times some.