[Touch is complicated, especially in vulnerable wild-eyed moments where L wants nothing more than to withdraw, but as usual, Myr's touch is a soothing and stabilizing presence, whether or not it's an immediately wanted one. Slowly, L's fingers curl against his Bonded's, but in an awkward way, as the tuft of chimera fur is still loosely held in a pincer-grasp.
Myr's refusal sets a sinking sensation in motion in the pit of his gut. His fingers tighten around Myr's hand as a bruised and restless brain formulates a determined rebuttal that he only half-wishes to argue. But he does, because if Myr cannot think of it that way? L, himself, must. There's a rigid strength to such resolve that is prone to shattering, if it's stricken in just the right manner... and Myr's proven to have a way with striking the barriers L creates in just the right manner. For a moment, that surge of deeper pain surfaces for a gasping breath, before something huge and hungry drags it below the still water once more.]
Mello practices the Catholic religion. The figurehead and effigy is Jesus Christ, the son of God, sacrificed for the many sins of humans. He's present in all branches of Christianity, of which Catholicism is just one... but Catholics in particular place great and somber importance on the manner of his death. Where you have a candle in your shrine... a Catholic would have a crucifix displayed with Christ's likeness nailed to it. The worshiper is meant to reflect on what it meant for his savior to suffer and die, with gratitude and love... but at the heart of it is the fact that Christ wouldn't be the figurehead of this religion without the sacrifice. No Catholic really wants to see Christ separated from the cross.
I don't think that separating love from pain is possible for someone like Mello. Not when he's given everything, to love some version of me, so... it makes sense to pay a price for some kind of peace.
[His voice has faded again to a near-whisper.]
I know that you understand what it is to make a sacrifice in peace's name.
no subject
Myr's refusal sets a sinking sensation in motion in the pit of his gut. His fingers tighten around Myr's hand as a bruised and restless brain formulates a determined rebuttal that he only half-wishes to argue. But he does, because if Myr cannot think of it that way? L, himself, must. There's a rigid strength to such resolve that is prone to shattering, if it's stricken in just the right manner... and Myr's proven to have a way with striking the barriers L creates in just the right manner. For a moment, that surge of deeper pain surfaces for a gasping breath, before something huge and hungry drags it below the still water once more.]
Mello practices the Catholic religion. The figurehead and effigy is Jesus Christ, the son of God, sacrificed for the many sins of humans. He's present in all branches of Christianity, of which Catholicism is just one... but Catholics in particular place great and somber importance on the manner of his death. Where you have a candle in your shrine... a Catholic would have a crucifix displayed with Christ's likeness nailed to it. The worshiper is meant to reflect on what it meant for his savior to suffer and die, with gratitude and love... but at the heart of it is the fact that Christ wouldn't be the figurehead of this religion without the sacrifice. No Catholic really wants to see Christ separated from the cross.
I don't think that separating love from pain is possible for someone like Mello. Not when he's given everything, to love some version of me, so... it makes sense to pay a price for some kind of peace.
[His voice has faded again to a near-whisper.]
I know that you understand what it is to make a sacrifice in peace's name.