[L aches to give voice to his remorse, at least as much as Myr aches to hear it. But it would be a confession, too, and he clings like a coward to his plausible deniability. The darkness is always there, he'd claim fiercely, always his to hold and mutually haunt. It meant nothing particular tonight, nothing concerning, nothing devastating.
It's tame, after all. To open the cage would be to soundly disprove as much, and there would be no putting it back inside once it was out. There would be no refuge in the embrace of its secret oblivion ever again, however poorly kept.
He chases the shadows with an overbright smile that Myr can certainly hear, even if he can't see it. Though L hasn't ever made study of necromancy, seeing no reason and cultivating no particular interest, he feels a disturbing connection to the art tonight. He's moving and speaking in spite of everything, isn't he? It's unnatural, maybe even profane, for him to stand and hold someone's hand and smile, some kind of freakish puppet show for some kind of demented farce.
Is the farce touching Myr? Daring to love him, but managing it like treacle, the sweetness offset by the way it clings and eats holes in teeth that could otherwise be strong and healthy?]
I'm glad to explain.
[Relieved as hell, actually, to have a process, to give his voice to explanation instead of despair or defense.]
It's a universal spell, so likely one of the first you'll learn, and endlessly useful. Runes were important when I first learned, and incantations... they help tighten the focus and prevent landing somewhere you don't intend. But as you practice, and learn the extradimensional path as well as the roads and routes you might travel by foot, it's as normal and reflexive as taking a step forward. It's taxing based on how much matter you're taking with you- a satchel won't exhaust you as much as a companion- and how much distance you're covering. You can build strength and stamina over time, but everyone has a limit they probably can't grow beyond, just like everyone will only ever be able to lift so much, or run so far without collapsing.
I don't need them, but... I can show you the runes that'll help to start with.
[He guides Myr's hand, tracing shapes in his own palm with a fingertip. The combination of flesh and magic is warm.]
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It's tame, after all. To open the cage would be to soundly disprove as much, and there would be no putting it back inside once it was out. There would be no refuge in the embrace of its secret oblivion ever again, however poorly kept.
He chases the shadows with an overbright smile that Myr can certainly hear, even if he can't see it. Though L hasn't ever made study of necromancy, seeing no reason and cultivating no particular interest, he feels a disturbing connection to the art tonight. He's moving and speaking in spite of everything, isn't he? It's unnatural, maybe even profane, for him to stand and hold someone's hand and smile, some kind of freakish puppet show for some kind of demented farce.
Is the farce touching Myr? Daring to love him, but managing it like treacle, the sweetness offset by the way it clings and eats holes in teeth that could otherwise be strong and healthy?]
I'm glad to explain.
[Relieved as hell, actually, to have a process, to give his voice to explanation instead of despair or defense.]
It's a universal spell, so likely one of the first you'll learn, and endlessly useful. Runes were important when I first learned, and incantations... they help tighten the focus and prevent landing somewhere you don't intend. But as you practice, and learn the extradimensional path as well as the roads and routes you might travel by foot, it's as normal and reflexive as taking a step forward. It's taxing based on how much matter you're taking with you- a satchel won't exhaust you as much as a companion- and how much distance you're covering. You can build strength and stamina over time, but everyone has a limit they probably can't grow beyond, just like everyone will only ever be able to lift so much, or run so far without collapsing.
I don't need them, but... I can show you the runes that'll help to start with.
[He guides Myr's hand, tracing shapes in his own palm with a fingertip. The combination of flesh and magic is warm.]