[What does not show in L transmits itself to his Bonded, transmutes to an uneasy ruffling in the Faun's fur and the flagging of his tail. The sudden impulse to flee is unmistakeable as the stag struggles to overcome the man and get them both (get them all, because it's L's fear as much as it is his own) out of here. The fear's dragged him far enough out of his momentary fog to remember it is fog, that his mind is a chancy thing right now and he could at any moment slip into further madness if pushed wrong.
(And what would he mutilate this time--)
It's the sheer force of a mage's will that keeps Myr kneeling where he is and keeps his hands down despite the urge to grasp at his Witch and reassurance. But he is trembling as he does it, visibly, and his fingers knot in the fabric of his sleeves as he curls them there.
Breathe. BREATHE.
It's not working. It's not working but he needs to answer L's line of questioning, or offer some kind of reassurance, but he can't--]
Amatus. [A shallow breath in, pulling against a constriction fit to crush lungs and heart.] L, [and he would not use that name, were this not deadly serious,]
I can't hear you over your own fear.
[I don't know what to do and I'm terrified I can't be strong for both of us. Help me--]
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(And what would he mutilate this time--)
It's the sheer force of a mage's will that keeps Myr kneeling where he is and keeps his hands down despite the urge to grasp at his Witch and reassurance. But he is trembling as he does it, visibly, and his fingers knot in the fabric of his sleeves as he curls them there.
Breathe. BREATHE.
It's not working. It's not working but he needs to answer L's line of questioning, or offer some kind of reassurance, but he can't--]
Amatus. [A shallow breath in, pulling against a constriction fit to crush lungs and heart.] L, [and he would not use that name, were this not deadly serious,]
I can't hear you over your own fear.
[I don't know what to do and I'm terrified I can't be strong for both of us. Help me--]