["What else would you call what I've been working to build with him?"
One--mercy--of Myr's current mood is that as exposed as it leaves him, as bleeding-raw as he is, it's also stripped away so many of his filters and so much of the mannerly pretense he's accustomed to handling life with. Is that a good thing, when L loves him for his gentleness and apparent innocence?]
A fantasy built on a lie. [Bluntly put.] If you believe him worth saving, Linden, save him. Don't continue to act as if you're ignorant of the path he's on.
[He can feel through the Bond that this is slipping out of his hands despite his efforts. Damned for not having tried sooner, before the Evergreen Circle and the mess they'd made, of Aefenglom (and indirectly, of him). If he'd just had all his faculties about him he could argue this persuasively, he could--
He stiffens as L reaches for him with hand and magic. What's ordinarily welcome in this context suddenly becomes loathsome, threatening, and he lashes out to grab his Witch's hand without thinking. Catches it at the wrist with a grip not quite hard enough to push the bones together.
It takes him a moment--a shocked, betrayed, awful moment--to find his voice; his words are ice and iron.]
Don't.
[Crookytail, disturbed by L's movements and the tone of Myr's voice, slithers off the Witch's lap in an abrupt retreat.]
Do not start that. You are drugged and I do not give you permission for it.
[How horribly like this is to those men or women who take a Faun for an easy opportunity, nearly desperate in their drunken need.
(How horribly like it is to a Naga creeping into his house and touching his mind without his consent. Don't dwell on that.)]
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One--mercy--of Myr's current mood is that as exposed as it leaves him, as bleeding-raw as he is, it's also stripped away so many of his filters and so much of the mannerly pretense he's accustomed to handling life with. Is that a good thing, when L loves him for his gentleness and apparent innocence?]
A fantasy built on a lie. [Bluntly put.] If you believe him worth saving, Linden, save him. Don't continue to act as if you're ignorant of the path he's on.
[He can feel through the Bond that this is slipping out of his hands despite his efforts. Damned for not having tried sooner, before the Evergreen Circle and the mess they'd made, of Aefenglom (and indirectly, of him). If he'd just had all his faculties about him he could argue this persuasively, he could--
He stiffens as L reaches for him with hand and magic. What's ordinarily welcome in this context suddenly becomes loathsome, threatening, and he lashes out to grab his Witch's hand without thinking. Catches it at the wrist with a grip not quite hard enough to push the bones together.
It takes him a moment--a shocked, betrayed, awful moment--to find his voice; his words are ice and iron.]
Don't.
[Crookytail, disturbed by L's movements and the tone of Myr's voice, slithers off the Witch's lap in an abrupt retreat.]
Do not start that. You are drugged and I do not give you permission for it.
[How horribly like this is to those men or women who take a Faun for an easy opportunity, nearly desperate in their drunken need.
(How horribly like it is to a Naga creeping into his house and touching his mind without his consent. Don't dwell on that.)]