[Ordinarily, Myr would be up to get the door; ordinarily, he'd have been on his hooves to do so the instant he felt L's end of their Bond near his cottage with intent.
But today is not an ordinary one, and he simply isn't feeling much like moving. Or doing much of anything but trying, fruitlessly, to sleep and let the world pass him by. Oh--he's been going through the necessary motions of daily life, enough to keep body and soul together, to maintain his hives and keep Crookytail fed lest she start eating the furniture. Enough, barely, to convince people he doesn't need anyone worrying about him--he's just exhausted and shaken as they all have been by the Circle's collapse, and still recovering from injuries taken freeing Viren.
He even has himself halfway convinced: This is just a species of battle-shock and soon enough, he'd be back in his right mind. Soon enough his mood would stabilize. Until then, he just had to keep moving...
He had meant to go over to apologize to L sooner than this. He'd meant to do a lot of things sooner than this, like reaching out to the people he'd gotten kidnapped and making proper amends for his mistakes. But just like soon enough,sooner than hasn't seemed to materialize and so it's fallen to L to come seek him out and apologize for something Myr knows he really shouldn't have recoiled from. Shouldn't have hurt another person with his own injuries.
Shouldn't have done so much that was already, irrevocably done and gone beyond changing.
The door is, as he said, unlocked. Another thing he shouldn't be doing, when a Naga might exploit that weakness to crawl through it at any time, but caring about that is hard. Caring about a lot of things is hard right now: Exactly how hard's readily apparent when L walks through the door. The Faun's curled up in a chair in the sitting room, bundled up in one of his garish quilts in the middle of a lone, wan sunbeam through the windows.
It catches in the hair coming loose in a cloud from his ordinarily tidy braid.]
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[Ordinarily, Myr would be up to get the door; ordinarily, he'd have been on his hooves to do so the instant he felt L's end of their Bond near his cottage with intent.
But today is not an ordinary one, and he simply isn't feeling much like moving. Or doing much of anything but trying, fruitlessly, to sleep and let the world pass him by. Oh--he's been going through the necessary motions of daily life, enough to keep body and soul together, to maintain his hives and keep Crookytail fed lest she start eating the furniture. Enough, barely, to convince people he doesn't need anyone worrying about him--he's just exhausted and shaken as they all have been by the Circle's collapse, and still recovering from injuries taken freeing Viren.
He even has himself halfway convinced: This is just a species of battle-shock and soon enough, he'd be back in his right mind. Soon enough his mood would stabilize. Until then, he just had to keep moving...
He had meant to go over to apologize to L sooner than this. He'd meant to do a lot of things sooner than this, like reaching out to the people he'd gotten kidnapped and making proper amends for his mistakes. But just like soon enough, sooner than hasn't seemed to materialize and so it's fallen to L to come seek him out and apologize for something Myr knows he really shouldn't have recoiled from. Shouldn't have hurt another person with his own injuries.
Shouldn't have done so much that was already, irrevocably done and gone beyond changing.
The door is, as he said, unlocked. Another thing he shouldn't be doing, when a Naga might exploit that weakness to crawl through it at any time, but caring about that is hard. Caring about a lot of things is hard right now: Exactly how hard's readily apparent when L walks through the door. The Faun's curled up in a chair in the sitting room, bundled up in one of his garish quilts in the middle of a lone, wan sunbeam through the windows.
It catches in the hair coming loose in a cloud from his ordinarily tidy braid.]