[It's difficult not to simply curl and nuzzle into that tender touch; the temptation exists to do so, and then hold the Faun here even longer. It would be impractical and selfish; L might even succeed at what he hasn't managed so far, and finally make Myr frustrated enough to want to leave him. It probably helps that he couldn't cling now, as he is; his blunted, maimed hands remain in his lap, hidden beneath the edge of the table.]
By day?
[A different environment, surely. Parties by day and night just aren't the same, and L suspects that fauns in particular will prefer the unique pleasures evening brings with it.
He opts to leave that open-ended, to keep his desire for Myr's company as chaste and unpresuming as possible.]
If you choose to come back to this particular cottage, tonight, I'll be here, and happy to see you and hear stories. If someone else invites you back to a different one, though, don't disappoint them on my account. I'll keep; so will the stories.
[Well, and. That is so gracious an acknowledgment of the vicissitudes of a faun's nature that Myr cannot protest L's phrasing, even if there's a part of him that aches to promise he would be back tonight, without doubt.
It's too near the full moons, and L too dear to him, to make promises he cannot be utterly certain he'll keep.
(Though he's fairly confident in this one; going out by day to take in the side of the carnival meant for all ages would be the perfect hedge on any overt faunishness, from long experience.)
He rubs his thumb over one of L's too-fine cheekbones and at last lets his Witch go with a final brush of lips to shaggy hair.]
Then I'll plan for that, [he says, finding warmth to color his voice again,] though we've breakfast to eat before I go anywhere.
[It's something he intends to linger about, from his tone.]
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By day?
[A different environment, surely. Parties by day and night just aren't the same, and L suspects that fauns in particular will prefer the unique pleasures evening brings with it.
He opts to leave that open-ended, to keep his desire for Myr's company as chaste and unpresuming as possible.]
If you choose to come back to this particular cottage, tonight, I'll be here, and happy to see you and hear stories. If someone else invites you back to a different one, though, don't disappoint them on my account. I'll keep; so will the stories.
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It's too near the full moons, and L too dear to him, to make promises he cannot be utterly certain he'll keep.
(Though he's fairly confident in this one; going out by day to take in the side of the carnival meant for all ages would be the perfect hedge on any overt faunishness, from long experience.)
He rubs his thumb over one of L's too-fine cheekbones and at last lets his Witch go with a final brush of lips to shaggy hair.]
Then I'll plan for that, [he says, finding warmth to color his voice again,] though we've breakfast to eat before I go anywhere.
[It's something he intends to linger about, from his tone.]