Re: Rehab: Misha B & Damian W
[The light dimmed as Misha stood there, in the seconds it took Damian to realize he was present. And, during that time, Misha's worst damned fears were realized. The blood dripping from Damian's nose, whatever was going on with the mirror, the violin cast off, it was all strange 'nough that Misha had no doubt Damian had heard that mad bedtime story. Even when he'd been verbally tussling with Lyssa, Misha had known Damian would be susceptible to that woman's voice, and he cursed himself for not coming sooner, for having wasted time on words that didn't do a damn bit of nothing.
He approached the boy, blue still glowing ethereal some 'neath pale skin and lighting constellation moles from inside, and he gripped Damian's shoulders with real firm fingers.] What did she do? [He let go one shoulder and touched the blood 'neath Damian's nose with fingers that glowed healing warm.] You listen here and focus on me.