[Myr orders tea with a brusque impatience--some strongly flavored thing that's a pale mimicry of Ardric's Warmth. The natives are trying to follow the trend Everett's set but not quite getting it, Maker love them.
Dwelling briefly on that should be an opportunity for Myr to break from the morass of his own feelings, to put them away so he can function.
It doesn't help.]
Misjudged, [he echoes, tasting the word.] Him, [did you put yourself in his hands, trustingly? Did you expect he'd be gentle if you gave him the chance to?] or yourself? [Was this something you thought you could handle?
More troubled, hesitant,] Did you--want this?
[That desire in himself is something he can understand; he's trained to fight, used to physicality to the point he'd gotten and given bruises before out of haste or sheer excitement.
But this hadn't been that. Not from the feeling of it through the Bond. And if L did want such things, could it even be for the same reasons?]
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Dwelling briefly on that should be an opportunity for Myr to break from the morass of his own feelings, to put them away so he can function.
It doesn't help.]
Misjudged, [he echoes, tasting the word.] Him, [did you put yourself in his hands, trustingly? Did you expect he'd be gentle if you gave him the chance to?] or yourself? [Was this something you thought you could handle?
More troubled, hesitant,] Did you--want this?
[That desire in himself is something he can understand; he's trained to fight, used to physicality to the point he'd gotten and given bruises before out of haste or sheer excitement.
But this hadn't been that. Not from the feeling of it through the Bond. And if L did want such things, could it even be for the same reasons?]