There's a reckonin' a comin'.

[cyclopticsadist]

Who: Niles, L, Azura, Henry, Myr, Connor,
When: Backdated to the 7th, through the rest of the month.
Where: A seedy motel, then an abandoned warehouse in the refugee district.
What: Sometimes people cut off their rival's fingers as self care. Don't judge.
Warnings: Niles cuts off all of L's fingers, it's gonna get nasty.



Mello vanishing was both a boon and a tragedy for Niles' plans. Getting a live grenade out of the picture made things much simpler, but it meant he had no secondary player to keep Myr's attention. The longer that Mello was gone, the more attention would be focused on him, no matter how much he sweet talked L's lackeys. This full moon was his best chance at success, and L was ever so helpfully acting out his self destructive schedule early. The night of the full moon was the perfect time to pounce, and the moment he saw L going for the bottle he gathered his supplies.

Time to get to work.

Comments

[faithlikeaseed]

[There's a moment before Myr answers, a moment in which his own inhibitions, anxieties, concerns make a last pitched attempt to win out against the pull of the moons. Had L expressed real reluctance--had there been a but--it would have thrown the whole fight, but L doesn't, and that at the last decides the matter.

He crooks his fingers in a coaxing gesture, smile widening.]

Considering he'd have Maferath's own time taking us both in public without getting caught? I do feel safe. Safer than if we spent the night here in misery.

[That they'd both be inebriated enough to be off their guard--well. There is something foolhardy and selfish and irresponsible in that, but whatever watch they'd both kept is wearing thin as the months grow on. Try as Myr might to take the burden off his Bondmate's shoulders, there is no denying that L is fracturing under the strain. Maybe a night spent together living would be anodyne for them; maybe, if failure is inevitable, it is better they have this together.

Maybe it would have been better to have lived all along.]

Come on. There are better ways out of yourself than this, amatus. Let's find them.

[hearthebell]

[Real reluctance would be more convenient, at this juncture. He could be convincing his Bonded to get far away, make the most of the full moon that is especially pleasurable for fauns pursing their nature without shame or guilt. Both of which L has embodied lately, to the point where he can barely remember what Myr saw in a Bond with him in the first place.

If he's leaving soon, wouldn't it be better to go out on a kind note? He owes Myr some better memories, at the very least, even if high spirits and good fun aren't the somber detective's strong suit even on the best of days.]

I guess I couldn't ask for better than a Faun on a full moon to show me a good time. I'll get my jacket...

[And leave his bag here, because he fully intends to cut the evening off at a reasonable time and release Myr from a vigil that is unfair, no matter how willingly assumed.]

Give me five minutes?

[Since he was setting up for an illusion spell, anyway... might as well lightly booby trap the room, just in case.]

[faithlikeaseed]

Five minutes, [Myr echoes, his smile now nigh irrepressible. There is a vast relief in falling back into the flow of his instincts, and L's flattery(!) certainly strikes them exactly right. It's no hardship to him to delay a moment, remaining as an effective roadblock in the doorway rather than intruding on L's space.

He taps a hoof as he waits, not in impatience but beating out the time as he hums verses of a particular ballad about a particular blind Faun. (It's still embarrassing to hear the lyrics sung, but the tune's catchy and constant enough to use for timing.) Of course, it isn't as if he won't hear when his Bonded finishes up--his ears angling toward the welcome sound of L's familiar tread as the detective returns to him.]

Do you have somewhere in particular you'd like to start the night? [he asks immediately, offering out his arm. Start the night, also, because he fully intends they end it together.] If not, I've a few places in mind you might like--

[He may have been keeping absent track, when he'd ended up in them, of which establishments catered to clientele (often Monsters) prone to sensory overwhelm. Quieter places with quieter entertainments where one might carry on a reasonable conversation in peace...

Though as they got drunker and less able or willing to control their voices, well, then it would be time to take it outdoors!]

[hearthebell]

[L's meticulous and thorough about laying his traps, but conscious of the time. He's not especially worried that Myr will leave without him (though it would solve so many problems and spare them both his selfishness), but by the time he emerges with his jacket wrapped around his bony frame and his boots on his feet, hair still damp from a shower that has him smelling the freshest he will be all week, he does feel something like ready. Is it exhilaration, or such pure acceptance and peace that anything at all would be alright?

He slips both hands through Myr's offered arm, grasping it gently and fondly near the crook.]

I don't go out much.

[He stays out a fair amount, of course, looking for places to exist while he's not at work. But he no longer drinks in bars, even avoids them. He drinks alone even when he's surrounded by others, after all, and many festive moods have turned ugly as a result of one too many, a sour or spiteful word rooted in bitterness or arrogance. L is abrasive sober, and being drunk and lonely doesn't exactly improve the tendency.]

I'd like to know your recommendations, though... you wouldn't take me somewhere I'd hate.

[And if it happened inadvertently, L has no doubt that leaving wouldn't be an issue. It's what trust feels like; it's a shame this state of grace isn't likely to last much longer, but it's so golden while it stays. He even nestles closer as they walk, a constant that will remain throughout the evening. He wants to be close, as long as he can, for reasons that have nothing to do with protection.]