Re: Rehab: Misha B & Damian W
[The smile felt like sunbeams from 'hind parting clouds. It wasn't bright, but it felt like every damn thing after all the fear that had just coursed in rivulets 'long Misha's spine. Even that thanks, uttered sweet, felt like balm, and Misha only wished their good moments could last longer than the time it took to blink.
But the bubble did pop, and this time it was Misha's doing with them words shared. It wasn't all Lyssa had said, but he reckoned Damian knew the conversation was longer, and he leaned into the boy when Damian said Lyssa was wrong. He was sad of of the space that came next, and then Damian leaned, and Misha waited for the boy to wipe at his nose 'fore replying.] Don't you go apologizing. I don't want you cleaning up what she does. I don't want you near her, and I don't want her near you. All I want is to be strong 'nough to keep you safe, and I'll do near anything for that. [It was heated, the sentiment, and Misha took himself a deep breath to calm himself 'fore continuing.] It was in a Repose. She had them in the basement of a house, but she wasn't there. I was just going to bury them, but I reckoned their kin needed closure.
[Misha, he was thinking similar to Damian then. He started moving his hip, intending to nudge Damian on back, but, Damian, he got there first. He urged Misha back, and Misha let himself be pushed onto the bed. He was beyond tired, and that was evident in sapped, loose limbs. Once he was sprawled, he tugged the boy to him, not reckoning he was so transparent with his gray and cool skin, eyes too pale and haunted.] Then come on and lie with me a spell.