[Myr bites at his lower lip now, nigh on a frown of concentration as he listens to Everett's explanation--as he feels the underlying distress through the Bond. Ah, so: This is what had been shadowing them for so many months; he recognizes it now that it's out in the open. It grieves him doubly to feel it so: One, that his Bonded, his beloved is suffering; and two, that someone so gloriously, beautifully confident in himself was being eaten hollow by such a wound.
Perhaps not unjustly, if that confidence was part-founded in a lie Everett had been told by those who owed him the truth. But if he'd grown up believing all along that he was the reincarnation of a monster, doomed by the Springtide's beliefs to carry on what he'd begun in a past life...
No. No, that would not have done either.
Myr unfolds his hands, extending them across the table to Everett. More, he leaves himself open to their Bond; while there is some part of him reserved, quietly fomenting with thought as he works through the implications of what's been said, all the love he bears his Bonded is still there, unshaken.]
Andraste's mercy, dearheart--little wonder you'd shy from that.
[Breath in, breath out.] I'd hear more of him, [which he knows is surely not what Everett wants to hear, or share, with the looming possibility that something in Sherwood's past might turn Myr away from him,] but I'd like you to answer two questions for me first.
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Perhaps not unjustly, if that confidence was part-founded in a lie Everett had been told by those who owed him the truth. But if he'd grown up believing all along that he was the reincarnation of a monster, doomed by the Springtide's beliefs to carry on what he'd begun in a past life...
No. No, that would not have done either.
Myr unfolds his hands, extending them across the table to Everett. More, he leaves himself open to their Bond; while there is some part of him reserved, quietly fomenting with thought as he works through the implications of what's been said, all the love he bears his Bonded is still there, unshaken.]
Andraste's mercy, dearheart--little wonder you'd shy from that.
[Breath in, breath out.] I'd hear more of him, [which he knows is surely not what Everett wants to hear, or share, with the looming possibility that something in Sherwood's past might turn Myr away from him,] but I'd like you to answer two questions for me first.