[Myr's own intensity when he's like this is not lost entirely on the faun himself; there is a reason he keeps a portion of his true feelings sleeping well beneath the surface of his being, caged and controlled. It wasn't all his upbringing as a Circle mage but some extension of his empathy, some realization that what blazes in his heart can simply be too much for others to bear.
But when it's important, as it is now...
The edges of their Bond taste of fear, anxiety, and Myr cannot properly place it amongst all the many causes they've got between them. It does, however, make him pause for a breath, make him consider his tactics--and at length, he squeezes L's shoulder again, before lifting his hand to stroke those trailing strands of hair behind L's ear.
There is a note of wry, self-effacing humor in his voice when he speaks again,]
The gambler's taking issue with the stakes I'll accept? [Yet it's not a joke made to defer from the seriousness of L's concerns, from what he suggests by them... though the temptation's there to leave things at that and recoil from the self-examination those concerns demand.
He cannot in fairness ask L to consent to work he will not do himself, though.]
I am. And I risk it gladly-- [He's reminded of his conversation with Sokie, not but days ago; of his own despair and uncertainty at his purpose in a world where he didn't even have the magic that was a faun's due, let alone his full gifts as a mage. Choose both, she'd said, when he expressed his inability to choose between Thedas and Talam, between the duties inherent in the Maker's gift (between finding Vandelin again) and the promises he'd made to both his Bonded.
I don't even know if I'm meant to go home.] --because I choose to. Because I believe I'm meant to be here, with you. I've faith a way exists and we'll find it.
The threats are real. But, [he lapses silent a moment as he considers what he truly fears, from all angles,] I'm less afraid of losing my own life than I am of failing in my purpose.
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But when it's important, as it is now...
The edges of their Bond taste of fear, anxiety, and Myr cannot properly place it amongst all the many causes they've got between them. It does, however, make him pause for a breath, make him consider his tactics--and at length, he squeezes L's shoulder again, before lifting his hand to stroke those trailing strands of hair behind L's ear.
There is a note of wry, self-effacing humor in his voice when he speaks again,]
The gambler's taking issue with the stakes I'll accept? [Yet it's not a joke made to defer from the seriousness of L's concerns, from what he suggests by them... though the temptation's there to leave things at that and recoil from the self-examination those concerns demand.
He cannot in fairness ask L to consent to work he will not do himself, though.]
I am. And I risk it gladly-- [He's reminded of his conversation with Sokie, not but days ago; of his own despair and uncertainty at his purpose in a world where he didn't even have the magic that was a faun's due, let alone his full gifts as a mage. Choose both, she'd said, when he expressed his inability to choose between Thedas and Talam, between the duties inherent in the Maker's gift (between finding Vandelin again) and the promises he'd made to both his Bonded.
I don't even know if I'm meant to go home.] --because I choose to. Because I believe I'm meant to be here, with you. I've faith a way exists and we'll find it.
The threats are real. But, [he lapses silent a moment as he considers what he truly fears, from all angles,] I'm less afraid of losing my own life than I am of failing in my purpose.