[Barely, a close shave. Keep it surface level, pretend it isn't so... as though Myr had stepped out for pipe weed and returned, as expected, a bad feeling gone by.]
It's... fine. Better!
[How much can Myr feel through the Bond? What did L let through, what should he have kept concealed? With all defenses down, a Bond departed but not yet broken, he'd been reckless, and stupid. What anyone supposed to respect him would think if they knew, but he's too relieved to dwell on the pretense, too overjoyed that Myr has saved him by staying.
He raises himself, putting the future bruises from his mind. He stays close to the ground, apelike, creeping forward so he can see. Myr's warm; Myr's real. Myr's not a dream, though L's can feel so convincing and vivid they've fooled him on occasion.]
You're a witch, now.
[He says it feeling no doubt, not even considering that Myr could just be a month or so away from beginning to turn into a monster again. He knows because of the change that's crept over their Bond, seeming to ignite it, a burn in his veins that is tolerable but only because he has a monster to anchor him and keep his magic cycled. It's strange; once, Near needed him to keep from losing itself, and seemingly, the tables have turned.]
You... feel alright? What do you remember about going through?
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I'm fine!
[Barely, a close shave. Keep it surface level, pretend it isn't so... as though Myr had stepped out for pipe weed and returned, as expected, a bad feeling gone by.]
It's... fine. Better!
[How much can Myr feel through the Bond? What did L let through, what should he have kept concealed? With all defenses down, a Bond departed but not yet broken, he'd been reckless, and stupid. What anyone supposed to respect him would think if they knew, but he's too relieved to dwell on the pretense, too overjoyed that Myr has saved him by staying.
He raises himself, putting the future bruises from his mind. He stays close to the ground, apelike, creeping forward so he can see. Myr's warm; Myr's real. Myr's not a dream, though L's can feel so convincing and vivid they've fooled him on occasion.]
You're a witch, now.
[He says it feeling no doubt, not even considering that Myr could just be a month or so away from beginning to turn into a monster again. He knows because of the change that's crept over their Bond, seeming to ignite it, a burn in his veins that is tolerable but only because he has a monster to anchor him and keep his magic cycled. It's strange; once, Near needed him to keep from losing itself, and seemingly, the tables have turned.]
You... feel alright? What do you remember about going through?