Re: In person: Misha B/Damian W
[Misha, he really did wish there was a way to get rid of the woman that now felt like she was smack-center in their lives. Even the cottage, which Misha thought of as a refuge, couldn't really keep her out, on account of Misha didn't really ken how pervasive she was. He still couldn't feel Damian right, which meant some of her was still in the other boy, and Misha was caught 'tween feeling useless as an angel and wishing he was human folk. He didn't reckon this would be so earthshattering if he wasn't what he was, but he didn't think Damian could understand that how he was just now.
He cupped Damian's cheeks, and he willed Damian to listened to him.] Damian, please listen to me. Why won't you listen to me 'bout this woman? [He was pleading real hard, and he understood Damian felt wronged, felt puppeted and controlled, but all Misha could see in the determination living in the boy's eyes was that he was going to get himself dead.] She can probably kill you just by thinking on it, Damian. You can't just go after her. Everything in the world can't be sorted with a fight. [He knew Damian wouldn't like that any, but it was true. This was a different kind of fighting, and something occurred to Misha that he didn't like even more just then.
His fingers slid to Damian's shoulders, and he looked on the boy.] Does she remind you 'nough of your momma that you won't want to see her go? [He worried it was all tangled, just like his foster daddy had been for him all them years ago, but he didn't say that aloud. But Damian was crying earnest now, and Misha just tried to make room for the boy with his knees, to pull him into the circle of his arms if Damian allowed it.] Hush. You're allowed your freedom. [Which was hard to say, and which was even harder to feel, but it was best for him to remember it. It would hurt less if something similar happened with this woman, or with any other woman or man. Misha, he knew hate and love could be entwined; he'd been taught that.] We ain't talking 'bout making a deal. I'm just saying ask him what he knows. Hush. I can't make a deal with Janus worth anything. He can't have my soul, and I won't be letting him take yours. If anything, I'll trade my damn wings for it, and I wouldn't need Janus for that, but Janus might have some idea what to do, least better than me.
[He moved himself back then, and he climbed under the blankets in full dress, and he motioned to the dark boy on the bed 'longside him.] We can both lie down. You, come on.