[The chaos of the Circle's implosion and all that occurred during it has had L laid up for the past few days. He hasn't seen Myr, knowing that there's much going on with his other Bonded, but they'd brushed up against one another fondly over the network post of an arrogant newcomer... and then gone cold, perhaps due to L's uncanny talent for pinching exposed nerves.
Provided they love you in good faith, of course.
Not everyone gets to be kind. Not everyone gets to love kindly, leaving L to do it his brusque and productive way. After giving it what feels like an appropriate amount of time to cool off (as if he's capable of measuring such things accurately), of course.
He's breathless by the time he makes it to Myr's cottage; though the walk is short, a habitual practitioner of blood magic probably isn't the best candidate to get his side slashed open by a marauding shade. He's still pale, slow and anemic, but he's here, and able, and it is time to set some neglected things right. Whether or not Myr is loved by others in good faith, there's no other way the faun seems able to love, at least from L's perspective. That shouldn't be condemned; that should be protected, and the man who grasps always for use and purpose has found a niche for the next span of time, however long it's needed.
When he knocks, it's a formality. He'll enter if bidden, or wait, if Myr has perhaps grown more wary about who he lets in, and when, and why. Their Bond, at least, is a tether to hold onto, some hint as to who is haunting the doorstep.]
Sometime between the 16th and the 20th
Provided they love you in good faith, of course.
Not everyone gets to be kind. Not everyone gets to love kindly, leaving L to do it his brusque and productive way. After giving it what feels like an appropriate amount of time to cool off (as if he's capable of measuring such things accurately), of course.
He's breathless by the time he makes it to Myr's cottage; though the walk is short, a habitual practitioner of blood magic probably isn't the best candidate to get his side slashed open by a marauding shade. He's still pale, slow and anemic, but he's here, and able, and it is time to set some neglected things right. Whether or not Myr is loved by others in good faith, there's no other way the faun seems able to love, at least from L's perspective. That shouldn't be condemned; that should be protected, and the man who grasps always for use and purpose has found a niche for the next span of time, however long it's needed.
When he knocks, it's a formality. He'll enter if bidden, or wait, if Myr has perhaps grown more wary about who he lets in, and when, and why. Their Bond, at least, is a tether to hold onto, some hint as to who is haunting the doorstep.]