[Viren's head is on straight, Viren knows, Viren gets it. It heartens L tremendously to hear him speaking truth and common sense (more so, because he agrees). A vicious part of him preoccupied with fairness digs in at the opening, suggests that if he had to adjust to the ways and customs of Aefenglom, so must this prick who thinks himself above it and invulnerable, speaking freely and with immunity that others are not afforded.
In his meanest, most jealous and furious moment, L wouldn't ever suggest harming Myr intentionally. Maybe the notion of devouring hits close to home; maybe he's had nightmares of waking from a self-annihilating fugue state to find himself covered in someone else's blood, or returning to his ice-glazed subconscious to discover that the roaming Leviathan has left only a set of antlers tangled in the ragged weeds.
In his meanest, most jealous and furious moments, perhaps intentional harm isn't even necessary. Perhaps L's chronic determination to prove that everyone who gets to know him comes to despise him is enough to persist in wounding his Bonded blithely and constantly. Perhaps he's firing on all cylinders at someone else while quietly gnawing at bones of his own that he refuses to acknowledge.
Perhaps he's overthinking it. Perhaps it's too late to think about it, at all, at least in any kind of constructive matter; he wonders as much, especially when he feels that roil of anger from Myr's side of the Bond, indicating that he's struck a nerve as cleanly and cruelly as if he'd been aiming for it. Was he?
You've done enough, you know...
His gaze briefly meets Viren's, then glances away, as Myr humors him bitterly by answering. Kindness, then; just simple kindness, assuming the best without taking from others or completely throwing caution to the wind. At least, that is the intention, now. Creative solutions, L has a taste and an appreciation for; simple kindness is something he still perceives as profound, even unsettling, too much to ask for from a stranger and pushing it, to ask for from a friend. It still isn't something he expects, which might be another reason Lahabrea offends him: monsters, after all, should know what they are, and realize the boundaries of their entitlement.]
It started when you believed he could have killed you in the nightmare.
[That sure is a strange way to say "I understand and I trust you." It's a testament to how much Lahabrea has shaken L that what he meant to say doesn't resemble what he did say in the least, and it's not even the first time, today.]
If you're inspired to gamble any more than you staked, I won't borrow trouble. I'll take it, and risk having to apologize over having no one around to hear it.
[He's fairly sure he'll have help; likely from Myr's Bonded, certainly from his Witch, who is a boon to him so long as they are united against some outside target and not each other.]
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In his meanest, most jealous and furious moment, L wouldn't ever suggest harming Myr intentionally. Maybe the notion of devouring hits close to home; maybe he's had nightmares of waking from a self-annihilating fugue state to find himself covered in someone else's blood, or returning to his ice-glazed subconscious to discover that the roaming Leviathan has left only a set of antlers tangled in the ragged weeds.
In his meanest, most jealous and furious moments, perhaps intentional harm isn't even necessary. Perhaps L's chronic determination to prove that everyone who gets to know him comes to despise him is enough to persist in wounding his Bonded blithely and constantly. Perhaps he's firing on all cylinders at someone else while quietly gnawing at bones of his own that he refuses to acknowledge.
Perhaps he's overthinking it. Perhaps it's too late to think about it, at all, at least in any kind of constructive matter; he wonders as much, especially when he feels that roil of anger from Myr's side of the Bond, indicating that he's struck a nerve as cleanly and cruelly as if he'd been aiming for it. Was he?
You've done enough, you know...
His gaze briefly meets Viren's, then glances away, as Myr humors him bitterly by answering. Kindness, then; just simple kindness, assuming the best without taking from others or completely throwing caution to the wind. At least, that is the intention, now. Creative solutions, L has a taste and an appreciation for; simple kindness is something he still perceives as profound, even unsettling, too much to ask for from a stranger and pushing it, to ask for from a friend. It still isn't something he expects, which might be another reason Lahabrea offends him: monsters, after all, should know what they are, and realize the boundaries of their entitlement.]
It started when you believed he could have killed you in the nightmare.
[That sure is a strange way to say "I understand and I trust you." It's a testament to how much Lahabrea has shaken L that what he meant to say doesn't resemble what he did say in the least, and it's not even the first time, today.]
If you're inspired to gamble any more than you staked, I won't borrow trouble. I'll take it, and risk having to apologize over having no one around to hear it.
[He's fairly sure he'll have help; likely from Myr's Bonded, certainly from his Witch, who is a boon to him so long as they are united against some outside target and not each other.]