[At some point it was all bound to be too much, the shocks of the morning overwhelming Myr's too-soft heart in spite of his conviction to endure this for L's sake.
He had not anticipated the crippling blows to come so quietly, be delivered--if not casually, then with so little moment behind them.
I wanted there to be no mistake about what I expected and agreed to, as if he'd been writing a last will and testament, not taking one of his Bonded to bed.
And Niles had witnessed it, the faithful executor come back to remind L of what he'd signed away.
The bag slips from nerveless fingers and it's only Myr's death-grip on his staff that keeps him from joining it on the wretched carpet. He sinks to sit on his heels, free hand over his face and lower lip caught between his teeth. The turbulent churn of emotions girding his side of the Bond seizes and grinds, caught in that deceptive heart-squeezing stillness that shock brings on. Which way it will go when it breaks loose--]
Linden, [Myr says, voice so quiet the trembling in it might be missed,] intimus.
You cannot be around him, [Mello,] anything but sober. Not ever again.
[You can't sacrifice yourself on this altar. You are worth so much more than what he thinks to buy you for. You deserve so much better.]
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He had not anticipated the crippling blows to come so quietly, be delivered--if not casually, then with so little moment behind them.
I wanted there to be no mistake about what I expected and agreed to, as if he'd been writing a last will and testament, not taking one of his Bonded to bed.
And Niles had witnessed it, the faithful executor come back to remind L of what he'd signed away.
The bag slips from nerveless fingers and it's only Myr's death-grip on his staff that keeps him from joining it on the wretched carpet. He sinks to sit on his heels, free hand over his face and lower lip caught between his teeth. The turbulent churn of emotions girding his side of the Bond seizes and grinds, caught in that deceptive heart-squeezing stillness that shock brings on. Which way it will go when it breaks loose--]
Linden, [Myr says, voice so quiet the trembling in it might be missed,] intimus.
You cannot be around him, [Mello,] anything but sober. Not ever again.
[You can't sacrifice yourself on this altar. You are worth so much more than what he thinks to buy you for. You deserve so much better.]
Promise me?