[The room is just large enough to accommodate a small group's study efforts, or else a lone witch with room to gesture and project while practicing spells. It's a quiet room in more ways than one, enchanted to dampen sound from the outside and to improve focus while inside. The walls seem to swallow the sound of L's soft breathing until he thinks he can hear his heartbeat, the blood in his veins, the ringing in one ear. It absorbs him wholly, to the point where his mind comes down a bit from the giddy panic and shuts off briefly for a few moments of respite. He could almost fall asleep like this and manage it sober... but Myr arrives, and brings with him a new wave of adrenaline. L sits up a bit straighter, consciously slowing his breathing so it might bring down his rushing pulse.
He just has to get through it, hold it together, ignore the way he wants to feel the comfort and presence of Myr's arms. In fact, he has to dismiss it as a possibility ever again. This exchange will be outwardly cordial, because above all, Myr must believe that his kindness can help this selfish, difficult, monstrous man one last time. Therefore, his prayer, private but just as fervent, is please don't reach for me and tempt me to reach back.]
Fine.
[A tranquil response, one meant to sound like it's true. Standing alone, it'll wear out quickly, so he's quick to add some news that Myr will almost certainly receive positively.]
It's been an adjustment of course, with Mello's disappearance, but... fine, overall.
[As though not much has changed, apart from the weather, and not much is going to change. Fine is what he is; fine is what he will be, at least as far as Myr needs to concern himself. That can be L's parting gift to his Bonded, at least: freedom from this millstone.
The last time he saw Myr wasn't quite the same as the last time he conversed with him. That moment of trauma and terror and such profound loss in the mage's memory is one L isn't sure how to broach, or if they will even come to it. Perhaps this interaction can sit on the surface for as long as it lasts, and spare them both from the teeth below.]
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He just has to get through it, hold it together, ignore the way he wants to feel the comfort and presence of Myr's arms. In fact, he has to dismiss it as a possibility ever again. This exchange will be outwardly cordial, because above all, Myr must believe that his kindness can help this selfish, difficult, monstrous man one last time. Therefore, his prayer, private but just as fervent, is please don't reach for me and tempt me to reach back.]
Fine.
[A tranquil response, one meant to sound like it's true. Standing alone, it'll wear out quickly, so he's quick to add some news that Myr will almost certainly receive positively.]
It's been an adjustment of course, with Mello's disappearance, but... fine, overall.
[As though not much has changed, apart from the weather, and not much is going to change. Fine is what he is; fine is what he will be, at least as far as Myr needs to concern himself. That can be L's parting gift to his Bonded, at least: freedom from this millstone.
The last time he saw Myr wasn't quite the same as the last time he conversed with him. That moment of trauma and terror and such profound loss in the mage's memory is one L isn't sure how to broach, or if they will even come to it. Perhaps this interaction can sit on the surface for as long as it lasts, and spare them both from the teeth below.]