Re: Log, Date: Misha B/Damian W
Misha, he'd gone home to wash up after meeting with Claire at the chapel. He wanted to splash water some on his face, to brush his teeth and get the bile taste out of his mouth. He felt like his skin was coated in awful, and he ended up just stepping 'neath the spray of water real quick in the empty little house by the lake. He dressed fast as could be, and, not wanting to make Damian wait more any, he blinked himself right to where they'd been a few days 'fore.
He arrived with water still clinging to the ends of dishwater blond, and he didn't bother hiding the flutter of wings that would announce his coming. Moreover, he was real sure he'd find Damian right back 'gainst that wall, despite them talking 'bout Damian waiting inside. It was just what the other boy would do, come on out here, and Misha knew it bone deep. Too, he knew worrying 'bout Damian and some killer was near the silliest thing he could do. He was real aware that Damian could likely kill a person 'fore they even had a chance to realize there was a threat there, but Misha was still fretting, illogical as it was.
And, just how he thought, there was Damian, shifting 'round 'gainst dirt and stone. There was a straw 'tween the other boy's teeth, all smashed and ruined, and Misha wasn't aware any 'bout the conflict his own insistence 'bout free will had wrought in Damian. Oblivious, he moved the few steps to the boy and, hands cupping Damian's cheeks, he tugged the straw free with his own teeth. He spit that straw out without a second thought, and he pressed his mouth to Damian's in a kiss that tasted of fear and mint toothpaste. One of his hands slid up, fingers sliding into thick, dark hair, and Misha kissed 'long Damian's cheeks with desperation some, one and then the other, then back to the boy's lips. His hips pinned Damian 'gainst the wall, and his gaze scanned the other boy's face molasses-slow, breathing easier now he was here and the obvious tension in his shoulders melting some. "Hey, beautiful."