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middaeg2021-04-11 01:25 pm
hearthebell) wrote in middaeg2021-04-11 01:25 pm
Entry tags:
Sad Song, Warm Occasion [Closed]
Who: L and Myr
When: Before quests
Where: L's cottage
What: Soft talks after they got matching magical tattoos
Warnings: Soft stuff, maybe sad stuff
[There's something bittersweet about two people mutually deciding that pursuing any sort of romance would be ill-advised and unhealthy, and then opting to get matching tattoos. They serve a practical purpose, of course, as well as a symbolic one; prior to a dangerous mission, a spell to address one of L's particular blind spots isn't exactly unwise, and if it's a way to amplify the boons L receives by merit of being Bonded to a faun, all the better.
With limited options on a sparse and bony frame, L had chosen for the design to cap his shoulder: two bees and a honeycomb nestled against a bunch of plum blossoms. It'll take some time before he's used to seeing himself with it; he's certainly never worn anything so ornate or colorful. Any warmer and his skin would look grey against the hues, but the design's palette was well-chosen, soft, and harmonious.
Even if they weren't, he reasons, it's rare for him to expose much skin at all even when the weather is warm. Only a hypothetical lover would be in a position to see it, and such occasions aren't exactly routine for the withdrawn detective.
As they approach the cottage, L glances over his tattooed (and currently covered) right shoulder, back at his companion, who is still clad in mourning black since Everett's departure.
Typically, Myr jingles softly even when he's standing still. L's accustomed to the ambient sound of charms clinking against each other, but Myr's removed his antlers, as well.]
I hope you'll stay for tea.
[The words are more frequent in L's vocabulary since the dream with the True Fae. He knows that there's a line between a demand (stay so we can be together) and silent pining (go, so I can imagine that we are), and "I hope" seems to strike the gentlest balance. It's permission and reassurance, laying the decision in the lap of one who can be trusted with it.]
When: Before quests
Where: L's cottage
What: Soft talks after they got matching magical tattoos
Warnings: Soft stuff, maybe sad stuff
[There's something bittersweet about two people mutually deciding that pursuing any sort of romance would be ill-advised and unhealthy, and then opting to get matching tattoos. They serve a practical purpose, of course, as well as a symbolic one; prior to a dangerous mission, a spell to address one of L's particular blind spots isn't exactly unwise, and if it's a way to amplify the boons L receives by merit of being Bonded to a faun, all the better.
With limited options on a sparse and bony frame, L had chosen for the design to cap his shoulder: two bees and a honeycomb nestled against a bunch of plum blossoms. It'll take some time before he's used to seeing himself with it; he's certainly never worn anything so ornate or colorful. Any warmer and his skin would look grey against the hues, but the design's palette was well-chosen, soft, and harmonious.
Even if they weren't, he reasons, it's rare for him to expose much skin at all even when the weather is warm. Only a hypothetical lover would be in a position to see it, and such occasions aren't exactly routine for the withdrawn detective.
As they approach the cottage, L glances over his tattooed (and currently covered) right shoulder, back at his companion, who is still clad in mourning black since Everett's departure.
Typically, Myr jingles softly even when he's standing still. L's accustomed to the ambient sound of charms clinking against each other, but Myr's removed his antlers, as well.]
I hope you'll stay for tea.
[The words are more frequent in L's vocabulary since the dream with the True Fae. He knows that there's a line between a demand (stay so we can be together) and silent pining (go, so I can imagine that we are), and "I hope" seems to strike the gentlest balance. It's permission and reassurance, laying the decision in the lap of one who can be trusted with it.]
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Thank you. For today--and all you've done. I needed this.
[It is hard for him still to lay his burdens down in someone else's care.
How blessed he's been to have a Witch who's learned to help him with it.]
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It makes me glad, when you have a problem that I can help solve. I don't know that anything actually makes me more glad.
[A pause, because L doesn't feel as though he was strictly the benefactor, and Myr strictly the beneficiary. Had they simply gone to sleep without a word after rising from the table, in fact, L would have interpreted the very opposite.]
...Thank you, as well. For...
[Staying, without judgment or the kind of overt, disgusted pity that would kill him, from one he wants to hold.]
Thank you for carrying something heavy, for me. For long enough to matter.
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He reaches to reciprocate his Witch's gesture, palm to line of L's jaw by simple physical memory. There aren't words in him--yet--for the notion that L's eagerness to help invokes; it is something like then I should bring you more, and I've been remiss in not letting you help and I'm glad to see you grow, an idea that he should shake off his own shameful pride more often.
There aren't words yet, but let touch and the warm swell of their Bond suffice for now.]
It has been a joy for me too, amatus, [he says softly, to his Witch's thanks. And it is, for all that it has been won through suffering.] You are always welcome.