[It is a good point L raises: Is that not, of course, the crux of his Bonded's fear? Myr ducks his head in acknowledgment of that, though his verbal response is slower in coming.]
I will not hate you, [he says, at length, lifting his chin. He raises a hand to L's face, feeling to rest his palm against the curve of his Bonded's cheek.] Because I was raised to kill when I must, and war's never fair.
But, [a slow breath out,] there are laws in war and I would ask you not use that memory against him again, if you hold back nothing else. And if you must kill, kill cleanly.
Can you do that?
[There is something--deeply interesting--going on in the Bond between them, something he cannot resolve by feeling into it with half his attention. Even though he hasn't the facility to understand what's changed, it yet feels like a kind of hope to him. Something's made a difference. Something's begun to grow.
[Myr's acknowledgment of L's point, prolonged and thoughtful as it is, doesn't raise anxiousness on L's part. No, it's a sign that his concerns are being taken seriously, respected for the monsters they might mutate into if left unchecked.
With his palm resting against L's cheek, the faun will be able to feel a subtle, slow nod.]
I think so.
[He's as certain as he can possibly be, for one who has never taken a life directly before.]
[Myr rubs his thumb over the too-sharp curve of his Bonded's cheekbone, fond and gentle.]
I think, [softly now,] we ought to give the Coven their room back.
Come home with me? [An offer, not a demand. Even feeling what he does through their Bond, even having just ordered L to avoid his own death, he will not demand in this.]
My dreams have been, [nightmare-haunted, distressing,] lonely, of late.
[Even L's presence in his bed--let alone those dreams--would be proof against the worst of it. He misses it sore.]
[It's difficult not to melt into the contact, as soft and subtle as it is. He missed this, in a way that he only properly realizes after feeling it again after a long absence.]
Could I?
[Just for the night, of course. L never stays more than two of them consecutively with Myr, afraid to impose... but his current lifestyle would be hard even on a completely healthy body. Resting anywhere is a tempting offer, and resting alongside his Bonded is irresistible.]
[Whether it's for the night or--Myr would dearly wish, but knows better than to hope--much longer, L's welcome in his home... And not nearly so much of an imposition as the detective supposes. (Impose more, a part of Myr always, always wants to ask, but forebears. Though after the particular success he's had here in simply taking charge...perhaps not for much longer.)]
Let's go--straight there. We can both use the rest.
[Welcome home, L. He's missed this, too.]
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I will not hate you, [he says, at length, lifting his chin. He raises a hand to L's face, feeling to rest his palm against the curve of his Bonded's cheek.] Because I was raised to kill when I must, and war's never fair.
But, [a slow breath out,] there are laws in war and I would ask you not use that memory against him again, if you hold back nothing else. And if you must kill, kill cleanly.
Can you do that?
[There is something--deeply interesting--going on in the Bond between them, something he cannot resolve by feeling into it with half his attention. Even though he hasn't the facility to understand what's changed, it yet feels like a kind of hope to him. Something's made a difference. Something's begun to grow.
Pray they can keep that safe.]
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With his palm resting against L's cheek, the faun will be able to feel a subtle, slow nod.]
I think so.
[He's as certain as he can possibly be, for one who has never taken a life directly before.]
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Good.
[Myr rubs his thumb over the too-sharp curve of his Bonded's cheekbone, fond and gentle.]
I think, [softly now,] we ought to give the Coven their room back.
Come home with me? [An offer, not a demand. Even feeling what he does through their Bond, even having just ordered L to avoid his own death, he will not demand in this.]
My dreams have been, [nightmare-haunted, distressing,] lonely, of late.
[Even L's presence in his bed--let alone those dreams--would be proof against the worst of it. He misses it sore.]
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Could I?
[Just for the night, of course. L never stays more than two of them consecutively with Myr, afraid to impose... but his current lifestyle would be hard even on a completely healthy body. Resting anywhere is a tempting offer, and resting alongside his Bonded is irresistible.]
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[Whether it's for the night or--Myr would dearly wish, but knows better than to hope--much longer, L's welcome in his home... And not nearly so much of an imposition as the detective supposes. (Impose more, a part of Myr always, always wants to ask, but forebears. Though after the particular success he's had here in simply taking charge...perhaps not for much longer.)]
Let's go--straight there. We can both use the rest.
[Welcome home, L. He's missed this, too.]