[It's unclear where L's unease ends and Myr's begins, whether one came first or it's a dizzy cycle feeding into itself. The food is no longer appetizing; the potential dangers, both absurd and statistically likely, take the place of hunger, jostling and crowding out other survival instincts. He hovers beside the chair, the heel of his hand resting against its back, maybe some sort of unconscious resistance to Myr's eagerness though it doesn't reflect elsewhere in his manner, mood, or the tones of his mind.]
I see... there's a creature like that in the folklore of my world in some of the Eastern countries. I wonder how similar the stories are.
[He's expected to sit; he needs to sit. Sooner or later it'll be clear that something is wrong that L himself struggles to understand and define, and that notion being sussed out by his Bonded is almost as bad as whatever could happen, tonight. A public outing with someone eager enough for both of them, but... carrying a millstone, nevertheless, and doing it blind.
His back curls against Myr's touch; if there's any sort of shiver to accompany it, it's involuntary, but stifled quickly with resolute shoulder blades as determined as his smile.]
They'll have time for at least two questions, I think... so it might be a good idea to consider what you'd like to ask. Streamline and prioritize what you'd like most to know.
[There's a curious disconnect. It's a plan, but one that feels ungrounded in true intent... and though he's been trying to keep the realization at bay, L knows when his eyes stray toward the windows and the door that he's not going to make it beyond their threshold tonight.
It's at least a very certain way to disappoint Myr, and not one of the myriad terrifying ones that wait for him if he does go.]
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I see... there's a creature like that in the folklore of my world in some of the Eastern countries. I wonder how similar the stories are.
[He's expected to sit; he needs to sit. Sooner or later it'll be clear that something is wrong that L himself struggles to understand and define, and that notion being sussed out by his Bonded is almost as bad as whatever could happen, tonight. A public outing with someone eager enough for both of them, but... carrying a millstone, nevertheless, and doing it blind.
His back curls against Myr's touch; if there's any sort of shiver to accompany it, it's involuntary, but stifled quickly with resolute shoulder blades as determined as his smile.]
They'll have time for at least two questions, I think... so it might be a good idea to consider what you'd like to ask. Streamline and prioritize what you'd like most to know.
[There's a curious disconnect. It's a plan, but one that feels ungrounded in true intent... and though he's been trying to keep the realization at bay, L knows when his eyes stray toward the windows and the door that he's not going to make it beyond their threshold tonight.
It's at least a very certain way to disappoint Myr, and not one of the myriad terrifying ones that wait for him if he does go.]