[Dreams as just a mind processing the day's events. It isn't right or natural. (He kind of hates it.)
But the magic of the Fae-- Myr sits up straighter at that, his ears angled entirely toward L now with the force of his interest. Ever the mage at heart...]
That's what all of this is? They don't really have a Fade of their own, then? [...Which also feels neither right nor natural, but there it was; those were the rules that Talam operates on. Whyever the Sisters--or whoever else created it--had done such a thing was well beyond Myr's theological speculations--and worse, his capability to research, with the Coven's vast textual resources forever out of his reach.
(Though there surely must be workarounds, and then it simply becomes a matter of time. And that's so often thin on the ground, too.)
He takes in the rest of L's explanation as eagerly, though, and notes the way his Bonded looks at him. This...would be a solution to a great many things, wouldn't it? A solution and a welcome meeting of minds, something deeper even than the Bond gives them. It would be a less lonely way to dream; it would give L an opportunity to practice a magic he clearly takes joy in. (And it would be another way to keep the detective close and out of trouble.)]
More than wouldn't mind, [he decides aloud.] I want to try it. With you. [So there's no mistaking: As much as it's about relieving a loneliness he hadn't thought could be remedied, it's only L he wants this with.]
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[Dreams as just a mind processing the day's events. It isn't right or natural. (He kind of hates it.)
But the magic of the Fae-- Myr sits up straighter at that, his ears angled entirely toward L now with the force of his interest. Ever the mage at heart...]
That's what all of this is? They don't really have a Fade of their own, then? [...Which also feels neither right nor natural, but there it was; those were the rules that Talam operates on. Whyever the Sisters--or whoever else created it--had done such a thing was well beyond Myr's theological speculations--and worse, his capability to research, with the Coven's vast textual resources forever out of his reach.
(Though there surely must be workarounds, and then it simply becomes a matter of time. And that's so often thin on the ground, too.)
He takes in the rest of L's explanation as eagerly, though, and notes the way his Bonded looks at him. This...would be a solution to a great many things, wouldn't it? A solution and a welcome meeting of minds, something deeper even than the Bond gives them. It would be a less lonely way to dream; it would give L an opportunity to practice a magic he clearly takes joy in. (And it would be another way to keep the detective close and out of trouble.)]
More than wouldn't mind, [he decides aloud.] I want to try it. With you. [So there's no mistaking: As much as it's about relieving a loneliness he hadn't thought could be remedied, it's only L he wants this with.]